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drawn strains ot the song tallowing
him and dying away as be neared. the
street entrance. In the lower hali he
removed the felt slippers and tossed
them into a corner.
He was amazed at the loudness of
the street noises, and the glare of the
sunlight as he stepped to the sidewalk.
Ho stood there blinking for a moment,
until his eyes became accustomed to
the light. The foot-procession of the
city streamed by him.
Suddenly a man turned In toward
the doorway, and, with a startled ex
clamation, stopped short Orme found
himself looking into the gleaming eyes
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At the expense of a soiled hat Robert
Orme .saves from arrest a ulrl In a black
touring car who has caused a traffic jam
on State street. He buys a new hat and
Is Riven in change a five dollar bill with:
"Remember the person you pay this to."
written on It. A second time he helps the
lady In the black car. and learns that In
Torn and Bessie Wallingham they have
mutual friends, but gains no further hint
of her Identity. He discovers another In
scription on the marked bill, which. In a
futile attempt to decipher ti. he copies
and places the copy In a drawer In his
apartment. Senor Porltol. South Ameri
can, calls, and claims the marked bill.
Orme refuses, and a fight ensues In
which Poritol Is overcome. He calls in
Senor Alcatrante. minister from his coun
try, to vouch for him. Orme still refuses
to atve up the bill. Orme goes for a walk
and sees two Japs attack Alcatrante. He
rescues him. Returning to his rooms
Orme is attacked by two Japs who ef
fect a forcible exchange of the marked
bill for another. Orme finds the girl of
the black car waiting for him. She also
wants the bill. Orme tells his story. She
recognizes one of the Japs as her father's
butler. Maku. The second Inscription on
the bill Is the key to the hiding place of
Important papers stolen from her father.
Both Japs and South Americans want the
vapers. Orme and the "Girl" start out in
Jhe black car in quest of the papers. In
Ihe university grounds In Kvanston the
hiding place Is located. Maku and an
other Jap are there. Orme fells Maku
!.nd the other Jap escapes. Orme finds In
laku's pocket a folded slip of paper. He
akea thn eirl. ivliris. nnma la still un
known to him. to the home of a friend In
Kvanston. Returning to the university
Urounds Orme gets in conversation with a
guard at the life-saving station. They
hear a motor boat in trouble in the dark
ness on the lake. They find the crippled
boat. In It are the Jap with the papers
nnfl "Girl." She Jumps Into Orme's boat,
but the Jap eludes pursuit. Orme finds
on the paper he took from Maku the
address. "341 N. Parker street." He
goes there and finds that Arima. teach
er of jiu-jitsu Is on the third floor. He
calls on Alia, clairvoyant, on the fourth
floor, descends by the fire-escapo and
conc'als himself under a table in Ar
Ima'a room. Alcatrante. Porltol and the
Jap minister enter. Orme finds the pa
pers in a drawer tinder the table and
substitutes mining prospectuses for
them. He learns that the papers aro
of international importance with a time
limit for signatures of that night mid
night The substitution Is discovered.
The girl appears and leaves again aft
Jr being told that the American has the
papers. Orme attempts to get away.
Is discovered and set upon by Arima
rnd Maku. He eludes them and is hid
den in a closet by the clairvoyant.
CHAPTER XII. Continued.
The silence that followed these prep
arations grew oppressive. The clients
were waiting for the right "current."
and Madam Alia, Orme had no doubt,
was using the Interval to free herself
from her bonds.
In a little while some one started
the hymn, "Over the River They Beck
on to Me." and the others took it up
women's voices, chiefly, struggling
through the melody in their trebles,
with the mumbled undertones of one
or two men.
A draught of cooler air struck
Ormo's cheek; a hand found his shoul
der; a voice whispered. Under cover
of the singing Madam Alia had opened
the panel. Her lips were close to his
ear. In the creepy tension of the
waiting Orme had almost forgotten
that Madam Alia's ghosts were a
cheat, and the touch of her hand made
him start, but her first words brought
him to himself.
"Hush!" she whispered. "You'll get
your chance in a minute. Put on a
pair of black felt slippers. Here" she
groped along the floor, and gave him
the slippers. They were large, and
went easily over his shoes.
"Now the black robe. Just behind
He took it from its peg. and slipped
"Cover your head and face with the
He did as directed, finding the eye
tolea with his fingers.
"Hide your hands in the sleeves.
Now, listen. I'm going to keep them
busy looking at the curtains. When
rou hear a gong ring tnree times, come
through the panel, and go between the
curtain and the wall-hanging, on the
Bide toward the window. The gas is
down to a pin-point. Those folks think
they can see a lot more than they do.
But they won't see you, unless you
how some white. Anyhow they'll be
watching the cabinet. Keep outside
lhe circle of chairs, and work your
"Way to the door of the next room.
There are hangings there; go through
ihem. You'll find light enough in the
text room to get to the door in the
Jail. First stuff the robe under the
sofa. You'll find your hat under there.
You left it here when you came, and I
tucked It away. You'd better wear the
slippers down to the street Never
mind about returning them unless you
care to come. Now, be careful."
"The Japanese where are they?"
"At the other side of the circle.
Don't worry about them. They're only
kids when it comes to my game. Now.
wait till I get the things I need." She
heard faint rustlings as she gathered
her paraphernalia. Soon she was back
at the panel. The last stanza of the
hymn was drawing to a close. "Be
sure you follow directions." she whis
pered. "I wilL" He pressed her hand grate-tmUr.
"And and you won't forget me?"
With a sudden yearning that seemed
to be beyond her control, she leaned
her body against him. Her warm
breath was on his face; her arm found
its way around him and held him con
vulsively. "Oh," she whispered, "I can't bear to
have you go. Don't forget me please
don't forget me."
"I shall never forget you. and what
you have done for me," he answered
"You will come back and see me
"I will come back. And I should like
to bring a friend, who will have even
'more cause to thank you than I have."
"A friend?" A tinge of apprehension
colored the question: "A a woman?"
The soft curves of her body were
quickly withdrawn from him.
"Oh." she whispered. "I don't believe
I want to see her."
For a moment she stood motionless.
Then she said:
"Are you sorry you kissed me?"
"No," he answered, "I am not."
Her lips brushed his forehead, and
he was alone. Groping with one hand,
he assured himself that the panel re
mained open. AH In black, he awaited
And now strange manifestations be
gan in the room without There were
rappings. some faint, some loud
coming apparently from all quarters.
Invisible fingers swept gently across
the strings of a guitar. Then came the
soft clangor of a gong once, twice.
Orme slipped through the panel. Into
the cabinet Keeping close to the wall,
he moved to the left and worked out
into the room. The rappings were now
louder than before loud and continu
ous enough to cover any slight sound
he might made. A little gasp came
from the circle as he went out Into the
room. At first he thought that he had
been seen. To his eyes, fresh from
complete darkness, the room seemed
moderately light; but the gas was lit
tle more than a tiny blue dot.
As he took a step forward he saw
why the circle had gasped. Through
the curtains of the cabinet came the
semblance of a tenuous wraith in long,
trailing robes of white. It was almost
formless, its outlines seeming to melt
into the gloom.
Advancing a little way Into the cir
cle, it shrank back as though timorous.
then wavered. From the circle came a
woman's voice anxious, eager, strain
ing with heart-break ''Oh, my sister!"
The figure turned toward her, slowlv
extended Its arms, and glided back to
the curtains, where it stood as though
The sobbing woman arose from her
chair and hastened toward the wraith.
"Agnes!" sho whispered Imploringly,
"Won't you speak to me. Agnes?"
The ghostly figure shook its head.
' juu nappy, Agnes : Tell me.
Oh. don't go until you have told me."
The figure nodded mutely, and with
a final slow gesture, waved the woman
back to her seat
Meantime Orme cast his eyes over
the circle. Dimly he saw faces, snmc
stolid, some agitated; and there, at the
farther end were the two Japanese. In
tent as children on these wonders.
Their sparkling eyes were directed to
The apparition had disappeared be
tween the curtains. But now there was
a fresh gasp of wonder, as the figure
of a little child stepped out into the
room. It did not go fi.r from the cab
inet, and it alternately advanced and
retreated, turning this way and that,
as though looking for some one.
"it wants its mother!" exclaimed
one of the women in the circle. "Is
your moth.er here, little one?"
The child stared at the speaker, then
withdrew to the curtains.
"They will begin to talk after a
while," explained the woman "when
the control gets stronger. I always
feel so tender for these little lost
spirits that come back to hunt for their
Orme moved swiftly around the cir
cle. He passed so close to the Japa
nese that he could have touched them.
The felt slippers made his steps noise
less; the thick rug absorbed the shock
of his weight.
He passed through the hangings of
the doorway to the next room. There
he had no gaslight; the window
shades, however, were not drawn so
closely but that a little daylight en
tered. He removed the robe and
stuffed it under the old sofa at one
side. His hat, as Madam Alia had said,
was there, and he put It on and went
to the hall door. The circle had begun
to sing another hymn. Orme got into
the hall, shut the door silently, and
hurried down the stairs, the long-
An Old Man of the Sea.
"Oh, Mr. Orme, you are the man I
most wished to see." The minister's
voice carried a note of unrestrained
eagerness. He extended his hand.
Orme accepted the salutation, mus
tering the appearance of a casual meet
ing; he must keep Alcatrante out of
"I was sorry that I could not be at
your apartment this morning." contin
ued Alcatrante, "and I hope you did
not wait too long."
"Oh, no," replied Orme. "I waited
tor a little while, but concluded that
something had called you away. Has
Senor Poritol recovered from his anxi
"Why, no," said Alcatrante. "But the
course of events has changed." He
linked bis arm In Orme's and walked
along with him. toward the center of
the city. "You see,"-he went on, "my
young friend Porltol overestimated the
importance of that marked bill. It did
give the clue to the hiding place of
certain papers which were of great
value to him. What he failed to realize
was that the papers could be of little
importance to others. And yet, so per
turbed is he that he has asked me to
offer a considerable reward for the re
covery of these papers."
"Yes." Alcatrante sent a slanting
glance at Orme. "The sum Is ridicu
lously large, but he insists on offering
one thousand dollars."
"Quite a sum," said Orme calmly.
He was Interested In the minister's in
directions. "As for the events of last night"
continued Alcatrante. stopping short,
with a significant glance.
"Well?" said Orme indifferently.
were already gone when ihey went to
look for them. Poritol Is really Tery
"Doubtless,"' added Orme.
"Perhaps." added Alcatrante, after a
short wait, "he might even go as high
as two thousand."
"Indeed? Then there will surely be
many answers to his advertisement"
"Oh. he will not advertise." Alca
trante laughed. "Already ne knows
where the papers are. While waiting
for the clue of the bill, he discovered
what others bad already availed them
selves of it"
"That is curious." Orme smiled.
"How did he discover that?"
"In a roundabout way. I won't take
time for the story.
They walked along in silence for a
little distance. Orme was figuring on
an escape, for the minister's clutch on
bis arm was like that ot a drowning
man's. Finally he sought the simplest
means of getting away. "I have an en
gagement," he said. "I shall have to
leave you, here. Thank you for walk
ing with me thus far." He disengaged
"My dear Mr. Orme," said Alca
trante, "why should we beat around
the bush?" "
"Why, Indeed?" said Orme.
"Poritol knows that his papers are
In your possession. Speaking for htm,
I offer you five thousand."
"Why do you drag Porltol Into this?"
said Orme. "You know that he has
merely been your agent from the start
You think he has bungled, but I tell
you, you are the one who bungled, for
you picked him to do the work. He
had bad luck hiring a burglar for you.
He lost his head when he ran away
with another person's motor car and
had to hand the marked bill to a coun
try Justice. He showed bad Judgment
when he tried to fool me with a fancy
lie. But you are the real bungler,
Senor Alcatrante. Any capable dip
lomat could tell you that."
Alcatrante's yellow face grew white
about the lips. His eyes flashed bale
fully. "Curse you!" he exclaimed. "You
know more than Is good for you. Take
Orme laughed in disgust "Ob. drop
this melodrama. I am not afraid of
cheap Machlaevallis. In this country
there are some crimes that are not
excused by high office."
The minister's teeth showed. "You
shall see. my young friend."
"Doubtless. But let me tell you one
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'They May Have Stolen the Clue From You."
'1 trust that you did not think me
absurd for sending that detective to
you. That I did so was a result of
poor Poritol's frantic Insistence."
"My young friend was so afraid that
you would be robbed."
"I was robbed." laughed Orme, try
ing to make light of the situation.
"Why, how was that?" Alcatrante 'a
surprise was well assumed.
"Ob, after I said good-night to you.
the two Japanese caught me while I
was going through the tunnel to the
"My dear Mr. Orme!"
"They are clever, those Japanese."
"And afterward you went out
"What makes you think that?"
Alcatrante bit his lip. "Why." he
stammered, "the detective reported
that you were absent when he ar
rived." "And therefore," remarked Orme
coolly, "he got access to my apartment
and. after rummaging through my
things, went sound asleep in my bed
room, where I found him snoring when
The minister swung his cane vicious
ly at a bit of paper that lav on .ue side
walk. "He was not a clever detective," con
tinued Orme. "And as for Poritol,
don't you think he bad better offer his
reward to the Japanese?"
"No." replied Alca rante. "They
may have stolen the clue from you, but
I have reason to think that the papers
thing; If anything happens to me. my
friends will know where to look for
Alcatrante snarled. "Don't bo too
"If necessary." continued Orme, "a
word to certain persons as to the com
mission for building warships five
hundred thousand, is it not? by the
new arrangement in gold "
Alcatrante. in ungovernnblo rage,
raised his light cane and struck. Orme
fended the blow with his arm, then
wrenched the cane away and threw
it into the street A swarm of passers-by
gathered about them so quickly
that in a moment they were the cen
ter of a circle.
"You dunce," said Orme. "Do you
want the police?"
"No." muttered Alcatrante. control
ling himself with a great effort. "You
are right." He darted into the crowd
at one side, and Orme, quick to take
the hint, disappeared in the opposite
direction, crossing the street and jump
ing into an empty cab. which had
drawn up in anticipation of a light
"To the Rookery." he ordered,
naming the first office building that
came into his head.
'"Sure," said the driver, and away
A glance back showed Orme that
the crowd was. dispersing.
At a distance was Alcatrante. He
had seen Orme's escape, and was look
ing about vainly for another cab. But
cabs are not numerous on North
Parker street, and Orme. so (far as fee
could tell, was not followed.
When his cab drew up at the busy
entrance on La Salle street, he found
his way to the nearest public tele
phone. The hour was close to five,
and he must discover quickly where
he could find the girL He called up
the Pero Marquette. "This is Mr.
Orme." he explained to the clerk.
"Have there been any calls or mes
sages for me?"
"Yes, sir, Mr. and Mrs. Wallingham
called up at 12:30 to know If you were
going to Arradale with them."
The golfing engagement! Orme had
not even thought of It since the eve
ning before. ,
"Yes, sir. A Japanese came about
one o'clock. He left no name."
"The same man who came last evening?"
"No. sir, an older man."
The Japanese minister had doubtless
gone straight from Arima's apartment
to the Pere Marquette. "Anything
else?" asked Orme.
"There was a phone call for you
about 11 o'clock. The party left no
"A woman's voice?"
"Yes. sir. She said: 'Tell Mr.
Orme that I shall not be able to call
him up at noon, but will try to do so
as near two o'clock as possible.' "
"Did she call up again at two?"
"No, sir. There's no record of !f
orme understood. In the Interval
after her attempt to reach him she
had learned at Arima's of his seem
ing treachery. "Very well." he said
to the clerk, and hung up the re
ceiver. What shall he do now? The girl
had given him up. He did not know
her name or where to find her, and yet
find her ho must and that within the
next few hours. The unquestionably
great Importance of the papers In his
pocket had begun to weigh on him
heavily. He was tempted to take them
out, there in the telephone booth, and
examine them for a clue. The cir
cumstances Justified him.
But he bad promised the girl!
Stronger than his curiosity, stronger
almost than his wish to deliver the pa
pers, was his desire to keep that prom
ise. It may have been foolish, quixotic;
but he resolved to continue as he bad
begun. "At ten o'clock," he said to
himseir, "if I have not found her, I
will look at the papers or eo to the
police do whatever Is necessary." He
did not like to break promises or miss
There was his engagement with the
Wallinghams. It had absolutely gone
from bis mind. Bessie would forgive
him. of course. She was a sensible
little woman, and she would know that
his failure to appear was due to some
thing unavoidable and Important, but
Orme's conscience bothered him a lit
tle because he had not. before setting
out that morning, telephoned to her
that he might be detained.
Bessie Wallingham! She knew the
girl! Why had he not thought of that
He got the Wallinghams number.
Were they at home? No. they had
gone to Arradale and would probably
remain until the last evening train.
He rang off.
It remained to try Arradale. After
some delay, he got the club house.
Mrs. Wallingham? Yes. she had Just
come in. Would Mr. Orme hold the
Mr. Orme certainly would, and pres
ently he was rewarded for the delay
by hearing Bessie's brisk little voice.
"Well, you ought to be ashamed of
yourself; we waited over and took the
"Oh. yes. I know all about these very
"Nonsense! I was fooling, of course.
But we were sorry you didn't come."
"That girl? Why. what's the mat
ter with you. Robert Orme?"
"Business importance? That won't
do. Rob. You'll have to 'fess up."
"Do I know such a girl? Are you
"Why, Bob. I can think of several.
Shall I name them?"
"Not give their names! What on
earth is the matter with you?"
"Oh. part of the business. Is It?
Well. let me see. Tali and beautiful,
you say. Dark eyes and hair. A black
touring car. Hum! I know three girls
to whom the description applies. It
illicit be but you don't wish me to
mention the name. Well, you'll have
to think of something more distinctive."
Orme thought in vain. The Image
of the girl was ever in his mind, but
describe her he could not At last he
said: "The girl I mean lives in one
of the suburbs. She has a father who
has lately undergone a slight opera
tion. He Is, I think, a man who is in
volved in negotiations with other coun
tries." "Oh! Where did you meet her?
Why, Hob. how interesting! I never
thought of her. but she's one of my
"Now. listen, Bessie. It Is absolute
ly necessary that I should reach her
father's house before midnight. You
must help me."
He heard her laugh. "Help you?
Of course I will."
"Where does she live?"
"Not far from Arrada'.e. Bob. you
come right out here. I will see to the
rest " It certainly Is the funniest co
incidence." "I'll ca'ch the first train."
"There" one at six for men who
come out to dine."
"All right. Expect me. Goodby."
Orme looked at his watch. He had
an hour and a half which meant that
time must be killed. It would be un
wise to return to the Pere Marquette,
for the South Americans and the Jap
anese might both be ea watch for him
there. But1 he did not care to wander
about the streets, with the chance of
coming face to face with some of his
enemies. It was obvious that swift
and elaborate machinery would be
set In motion to catch him. Of course,
there were many places where he could
conceal himself for an hour. but
Torn Wallingham's office! Why had
he not thought of that before? Tom
was at Arradale with Bessie, but the
clerks would let Orme stay In tha .
ception room until it was time to start
for his train. Indeed. Orme remem
bered that Bixby. the head clerk, had
been at the wedding of Tom and Bes-
Dr nao in zact taken charge of the
arrangements at the church.
Moreover, Tom's office was th this
very building-the Rookery. Doubt
less it was for this reason Unit the
Rookery had popped Into his head
when he gave directions to the cab
driver on North Parker street
Hurrying to the elevators, Orme was
about to enter the nearest one, when
suddenly a hand seized his elbow and
pulled him to one side w- ....
quickly and saw-AIcatrante.
The minister was breathing rapid
ly. It was plain that he had made
quicK pursuit, but though his chest
heaved and his mouth was partly open,
his eyes were curiously steady. "One
minute. Mr. Orme." he said, forcing his
lips to a smile. "I had hard work to
follow you. There was no other cab
but a small boy told me that you di
rected your driver to th ri,.
Therefore I got on a street car and
roae tin I found a cab." He said all
this in the most casual tone, retaining
his hold n Orme's elbow as though
his attitude was familiar and friendly.
Perhaps he was thus detailing his
own adventures merely to gain time;
or perhaps he was endeavoring to puz
But Orme was slmnlv annnvod w.
knew how dangerous Alcatrante could
be. "I am tired of being followed,
Senor." he said, disgustedly, freeing
Alcatrante continued to smile. "That
Is part of the game." ho said.
"Then you will find the game ser
ous." Orme shut his lips together
and glanced about for a policeman.
Alcatrante again grasped his elbow
"Do you want publicity?" he asked.
"Your principals do not Publicity win
injure us all."
Orme had been given enough light
to know that the South American's
words were true.
"If it comes to publicity." continued
Alcatrante with an ugly grin, "I will
have you arrested for stealing a cer
tain important document and offer
ing to sell it to me."
"Rubbish!" laughed Orme. "That
would never work at all. Too many
persons understand my part in this
matter. And then " as he noticed,
the flash of triumph in Alcatrante's
eyes "I could not be arrested for
stealing a document which was not
In my possession." It was too late;
Alcatrante had been able to verify bis
strong suspicion that Orme had the
A wave of anger swept over Orme.
"Publicity or no publicity." he said,
"unless this annoyance stops. I will
nave you arrested."
Alcatrante smiled. "That would not
pay. Mr. Orme. There would be counter-charges
and you would be much
delayed perhaps even till after mid
night tonight You Americans do not
know how to play at diplomacy. Mn
Controlling himself. Orme hurried
quickly to the nearest elevator. He
timed his action; the starter was Just
about to close the door as he hurried,
in. But quick though he was, Alca-i
tranto was close behind him. The agile
South American squeezed into the ele-
vator by so close a margin that the
dcor caught his coat.
"Here, what are you tryin to do?"
shouted the starter.
Alcatrante. pressing In against
Orme, did not reply.
The starter jerked the door opea.
and glared at Alcatrante. The steady
and undisturbed eye of the n.thlster
had its effect, and after a moment of
hesitation the starter banged the door
shut and gave the signal and the car
Tom Wallingham's office was on th.
eighth floor. Though he knew that Al
catrante would cling to him. Orme
could think of nothing better to do
than to go straight to the office and
count on the assistance of Bixby, who
would certainly remember him. Ac
cordingly he called out "Eight!" and.
ignoring Alcatrante, left the elevator
and walked down the ball, the South
American at his elbow.
(TO iiE CONTIXUKD.)
MEDAL FOR HEROINE
Girl Rescued Baby Niece From
Two Rolled Down Embankment to
Safety Story Reached the Inter
state Railroad Commission
Falrmount. Ind. Leaping In front
of a passenger engine rushing towards
her at the rate of 50 miles an hour.
Miss Nettie Caskey grabbed her baby
niece from the railroad track and th
two rolled down an embanknesnt ta
safety. And President Taft. In recog
nition of her heroism, has awarded a
life-saving medal to her and sent It to
her with a personal letter ot commen
dation. It was late In the afternoon when
Martelle, 3 years old. was missed from
the Caskey home, where she was visit
ing. Nettie, who is 16 years old.
looked around the house for the child
and then down the road. There was
little .Martelle toddling toward the
railroad crossing, and, to Nettie's hor
ror, when she reached the point where
the wagon road crosses the tracks
Martelle started down the railroad.
Two miles away Nettle could hear tha
Pennsylvania passenger train thunder
Down the wagon road she ran and
turned down the tracks. "Martelle!
Martelle!" she screamed as she ran,
but the little one was full of the joy
f running away, and trotted on. Tha
engine was now closing upon Nettie
Nettie glanced back to see how
much margin she had. then put all her
strength into a final effort caught
Martelle and. turning off the tracks,
rolled down Into the ditch, with tha
baby In her arms.
The west-bound train was running
into a bright sun which hung close to
the horizon, and the view of the en-
lineman was obstructed by the glare
his eyes. He saw Martelle with Net-
tie in pursuit when it was too late to
stop, but he did all he could. The sand
valve was opened, the emergency air
applied and the engine reversed.
The engineer turned his head at the
moment he thought the engine had.
struck the girl and the baby.
"They're both killed." he groaned.
Then he turned to the fireman, say
ing: "Old man, you take a look. I can't
bear to see that dead girl and child."
The fireman looked back just as
Nettie had helped Martelle to her feet
and was starting toward home.
"Look there, have a look." ho shout
ed, as he grabbed the engineer's head
and pulled it around.
"I never felt so thankful In my
life." said the engineer afterward, "as
when I saw that little tot with her .
dress all dirty from rolling in the ditch
being led away, safe and sound. It
took an awful load off my mind."
The train didn't stop, as no one was
Injured, but the crew carried the news
of the farmer girl's heroism to the
end of the line.
Tiie Incident was reported to the In
terstate Commerce Commission and
the medal was awarded on the recon
inendation of the commissioners.
UNCOOKED FOOD FOR FAMILY
Tea and Coffee as Foreign as a Frying
Pan to Vegetarian Group in
A Queer One.
Hayrix Olo man Sparrowgrass air
a queer sort uv critter, ain't he?
Oatcake I dunno. What's queer er
Hayrix Why. ez oftn cz I've hcerd
him discussin' polerticks deown V th
grocery. I ain't never yit heerd him
say what he'd do erbout stralgtenin
things out ef he wuz president fer a
couple uv hours, by grass!
One of the Qualifications.
"I believe I have the only perfect
"Does he hook?"
"You didn't catch my remark; I was
speaking of my husband, not of our
"It wa3 your husband I had In
mind. If he refuses to hook you up
the back he la not perfect."
l'ittsfk'Id. Mass. A remarkable fam
ily of vegetarians has been discovered
living in the North Woods, three
miles of here. Mr. and Mrs. Alfred
Tyler and their three children live en
tirely on uncooked vegetables. Raw
potatoes, turnips, parsnips, cabbage
and onions are a large part of their
diet. Cereals are eaten uncooked. Their
son, O. B. Joyful Tyler, a pupil In the
Russell school, has never eaten meat
or drank tea or coffee In his life. They
have a daughter. Lucy Drinkwater Ty
ler. who eats six raw potatoes for
luncheon. State officers have been
getting information regarding the
family, as there was a report that the
children were not properly fed.
Went Too Far.
Yeast Do you think there Is a pen
aitj for lying?
Crimsonbeak Sure! I knew a fel
low who dislocated his shoulder while
stretching out bis bands to show the
szo of the fish he claimed be mad
caught! Yonkcrs Statesman,
MARTHA WASHINGTON NOTE
Written to Mrs. Francis Washington
and Is Sympathetic
A fine specimen of rare autograph,
a two-page quarto letter of Martha
Washington, dated Philadelphia, Feb
ruary 10, 1793, written while George
Washington was president, will be
sold at auction by Stan. V. Henkcls in
that city. It is addressed to Mrs.
Francis Washington and is a letter
full of sympathy. It is accompanied
by a letter of John Burkhardt, giving
a history (Henkels calls it "a very
scaley one") of how he came into
possession of It He says that it was
found near the Washington mansion
at Mount Vernon by a member of his
company, (Company F, One Hundred
and Forty-Sixth Indiana regiment),
who presented it to him. Mrs. Wash
ington's letter is as follows:
"Since my last, your letter of the
25th Januuary is come to hand. I am
sincerely sorry to hear that the poor
major's complaints continue. The All-
wise disposer of events only can re
lieve him and I trust ho will in his
good time deliver him from his great
distresses and difficulties. I am sorry
dear little Charles is not well, the
season of the year Is bad for all com
plaints, the weather being so warm;
It is happy for you that Marie and Fay
ette keep well. Indeed my dear F.anny
I am very glad to hear from you aud
am pleased that kind providence has
enabled you to support yourself under
your great affliction. I can with the
greatest truth assure you that the
president and myself feel very sincere
ly for you in your heavy affliction and
will take pleasure in doing everything
we can to make your troubles as light
to you as we can. Thank God we are
all well if Patty Dandridge can be
useful to you I hope she will stay
"I will, my dear Fanny, have you a
bonnet and cloak made and sent by
the first opportunity. At this time
there is no vessel here for Richmond,
but 1 expect there will soon be. as the
river is free from ice. which is a very
uncommon thing at this season of the
year. My love (to) the major and a
kiss to the children. In which the pres
ident joins me. My love to your broth
ers and sisters, and to Patty Dand
ridge; tell her that her brother is very
well. Nelly and Washington sent their
love to you and children, and that yon
may be enabled to keep your health is
the prayer of your most Affectionate."
Nell Gwynne's Secret Door.
During alterations on the first floor
of the Nell Gwynne tea rooms. High
street, Epsom, there has been discov-
ered a secret door in the bedroom
that was used by Nell Gwynne,
who was one of Epsom's fashionable
visitors when the town was noted for
the health giving properties of its
The house Is the one to which
Pepys refers in his diary: 'To Ep
sum by 8 o'clock to the well, wher?
much company. And to the towne
to the King's Head; and hear that
my Lord Buckhurst and Nelly are
lodged at the next house and Sir
Charles Sedley with them: and keep
a merry house." London Dally Mali.
World's Greatest Ocean.
San Francisco, Cal. The Pacific
ocean covers 08.000.000 miles, the At
lantic 30,000,000 and the Indian, Arc
tic and Antarctic. 42.000,000. To stow
away the contents of the Pacific it
would be necessary to fill a tank one
mile long, one mile wide and one
mile deep every day for 410 yoara. Put
In figures the Pacific holds in weight
The Atlantic averages a depth of not
luite three miles. Its waters weigh
325,000.000.000,000,000,000 tons, and a
tank to contain it would have each ot
Its sides 4"0 miles long. The figures of
the other oceans are in the sam
startling proportions. It would 'take all
the sea water In the world 2.000.00Q
years to flow over Niagara.
Hewed His Own Coffin.
Cincinnati, Oho. In a casket made
from wood of a cherry tree that he
cut down 50 years ago and put aside
for the purpose, the body of William
Whltely, who died in Springfield, was
conveyed to a cemetery and inciner
ated. The shroud covering the body
was given to Mr. Whltely 20 years ago
by his daughter for this particular
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