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I Tl?e Special Correspdodeijt CHAPTER I. Claudius Bombarnac, Special Corre spondent Twentieth Century, Tifiia, Transcaucasia." Such is the address of the telegram I found on the 13th of May when I arrived t Tinis. This ia what the telegram said: "As the matter in hand will terminate on the 15th instant, Claudius Bombarnac will repair to Uzun Ada, a port on the east coast of the Caspian. There he will take the train by the direct Grand Traasasiatic, between the European fron tier and the capital of the Celestial Em pire. He will transmit his impressions in the way of news, interviewing remark able people on- the road, and report the most trivial incidents by letter or tele gram as necessity dictates. The Twenti eth Century trusts to the zeal, intelli gence, activity and tact of its correspond ent, who can draw on its bankers to any extent he may deem necessary." It was the very morning I had arrived at Tiflis, with the intention of spending three weeks there in a visit to the Georgian provinces for the benefit of my newspaper, and also I hoped for that of Its readers. Here was the unexpected. Indeed; the uncertainty of a special correspondent's life. I had hardly arrived before I was obliged to be off again without unstrap ping my portmanteau! It was hard, but there was no way out of It. And to begin with, at what o'clock did the train for Tiflis start from the Caspian? I went to the railway station . at a run, and rushed info the departure office. . "When is there a train for Baku ?" I "Six o'clock to-night." "And when does it get there?" "Seven o'clock in the morning." "Is that in time to catch the boat for iCzun Ada?" The man at the trap door replied to eny salute by a salute of mechanical pre cision. The question of passport did not trouble me. The French consul would know how to give me all the references required by the Russian administration. At 5 o'clock, having secured my pass- cort. I hurry to the railway station. There there is a crowd of Armenians, Georgians, Mingrelians, Tartars, Kurds, Israelites, Russians, from the shores of the Caspian, some taking their tickets direct for Baku, some for intermediate stations. I take a ticket for Baku, first class. i jro down on the platform to the carriages. According to my custom, I Install myself in comfortable corner. A few travel- en follow me, while the cosmopolitan populace invade the second and third class carriages.' The doors are shut af ter the visit of the ticket inspector. A last scream of the whistle announces that the train is about to start. Suddenly there is a shout a shout in which anger . is" mingled with despair and I catch these words in German: "Stop Stop!" I put down the window and look out. 'A fat man, bag in hand, traveling cap on head, his legs embarrassed in the skirts of a huge overcoat, short and breathless. He is late. The porters try to stop him.' Try to stop a bomb in the middle of its trajectory! Once again has right to give place to might. The Teuton bomb describes a well-calculated curve, and has just fallen into the compartment next to ours, through the door a traveler had obligingly left open. The train begins to move at the same in stant, the engine wheels begin to slip on the rails, then the speed increases. We are off. It is still daylight at 6 o'clock in the evening in this latitude. I have bought a time table and I consult it. Then I began to examine my traveling compan ions. There were four of us, and I need scarcely say that we occupied the four corners of the compartment. I had taken the furthest corner, facing the engine. At the two opposite angles two travelers were seated facing each other. As soon as they got in they pulled their caps down on their eyes and -wrapped them selves np in their cloaks evidently they svere-Georgians, as far as I could see. In front of me was quite a different type, with nothing of the oriental about It; thirty-two to thirty-five years old, face with a reddish beard, very much alive in look, nose like that of 'a dog standing at point, mouth only too glad to talk, hands . free and easy, ready for a shake with anybody; a tall, vigorous, broad-shouldered, powerful man. By the way in which he settled himself and put down his bag. and unrolled his traveling rug of bright-hued tartan, I had recognized the Anglo-Saxon traveler, more accus tomed to long journeys by land and sea than to the comforts of .his home, if he had a home. He looked like a commer cial traveler. I noticed that his jewelry was in profusion; rings on his fingers, pin in his scarf; studs on his cuffs with pho tographic views in them, showy trinkets hanging from the watch chain across his waist coat I should not have been sur prised if he turned out to be an Ameri can. If I am not mistaken, he will be just as glad to speak to me as I am to speak to him and reciprocally. I will see. But , a fear restrains me. Suppose this Amer ican should also be a special correspond ent, and suppose he has also been or dered to do. this Grand Asiatic. That would be most annoying! ' He would be a rival! CHAPTER II. ; : At last I was about to open my mouth when , my companion prevented me. "You are a Frenchman?" he said in my native tongue. "Yes, sir," I replied in his. Evidently we could understand each other. The ice was broken, and then question followed on question rather rap idly between us. "Wait a bit," said my American. "I'll lay ten to one that yon are a reporter!" Ana yon wouia win: xes. i am a reporter sent by the Twentieth Century to do this journey." , -"Going all the way to Pekin? So am I." "Same trade?" said I, indifferently. "No; You' need not excite yourself. iWe don't sell the same stuff, sir." "Claudius Bombarnac, of Bordeaux, , is delighted to be on the same road as Fulk Ephrinell, of the firm of Strong, Bulbul & Co., of New York City, New York, U. S. A." We were mutually Introduced. I a traveler in news, and he a traveler in in what? That I had to find out. "Have you ever been in the United States, Mr. Bombarnac?" he asked. No, Monsieur EphrinelL You- will come to our country some day. Then you will not forget to explore the establishment of Strong, Bulbul & Co.?" "Explore it?" "You will see one of the most remark able industrial establishments of the New Continent. Imagine a colossal work shop, immense buildings for the mount ing and adjusting of the pieces, a steam engine of fifteen hundred horse power, ventilators making six hundred revolu tions a minute, boilers consuming a hun dred tons of coal a day, a chimney stack four hundred and fifty feet high, vast outhouses for the storage of our goods. which we send to the five parts .of the world, a general manager, two sub-managers, four secretaries, eight under sec retaries, a staff of five hundred clerks and nine hundred workmen, a whole regiment of travelers like your servant, working in Europe, Asia, Africa, America, Aus- trahasia, in short, a turnover exceeding annually one hundred million dollars! And all that, Mr. Bombarnac, for making millions of yes, I said millions At this moment the train commenced to slow under the action of its automatic brakes, and he stopped. Our conversa tion is interrupted. I lower the window on my side, and open the door, being de sirous of stretching my legs. As soon as tie bell begins to ring I return to our carriage, and when I have shut the door I notice that my place is taken. Yes! Facing the American, lady has installed herself ' with that Anglo-Saxon coolness which Is as unlim ited as the infinite. My French gal lantry prevents me from claiming my corner, and I sit down beside this person, who makes no attempt at apology. Ephrinell seems to be asleep, and that stops my knowing what It is that Strong, Bulbul & Co. of New York manufacture by the million. It was nearly midnight. Weariness in vited me to sleep, and yet, like a good re porter, I must sleep with one eye and one ear open. v In this way I heard the shouts of Geran, Varvara, Oudjarry, Kiourdamid, Klourdane, then Karasoul, Navagi. I sat up,but as I no longer occupied the cor ner from which I had been so cavalierly evicted, it was impossible for me to look through the window. -J, ' And then I began to ask what Is hid den beneath this mass of veils and wraps and petticoats which has usurped my place. Is this lady going to be my com panion all the way to the terminus of the Grand Transasiatic? Shall I ex change a sympathetic salute with her in the streets of Pektn? I must gradually have fallen sound asleep. Withdrawn from exterior influ ences, 1 did not even near tne stentorian respiration of the Yankee. "Baku! Baku!" The word, repeated as the train slop ped, awoke me. It was seven o'clock in the morning. CHAPTER III. The boat did not start until three o'clock in the afternoon. Those of my companions who intended to cross the Caspian hurried off to the harbor, it being necessary to engage a cabin, or to mark one s place in the steamers saloon, Ephrinell precipitately left me with these words: "I have not an instant to lose. I must see about the transport 'of my baggage. "Have you much?" "Forty-two cases." "Forty-two cases!" I exclaimed. v If he had had a voyage of eight days, instead of one of twenty-four hours, and had to cross the Atlantic instead of the Caspian, he could not have been in a greater hurry. He did not think of of fering his hand to assist our companion in descending from the carriage. I took his place. The lady leaned on my arm and jumped no, gently put her foot on the ground. . My reward was a thank you, sir, uttered in a hard, dry, unmis takable. British voice. 7 : . Twenty-five years is apparently about her age. she has an AlbtODesque complex ion, a jerky walk, a high dress like an equinoctial tido, no spectacles, although she has eyes or tne . intense blue which are generally short-sighted. While I bend my back as I bow, she honors me with a nod, which only brings into play the vertebrae of her long neck, and she walks off straight toward theTway out As eleven o clock strikes, I make mv way to the restaurant at the railway. As I am entering iupnnneu rushes out "Breakfast r say I. "I have had it," he replies. "And your cases?" , "I have still twenty-nine to get down to the steamer. But,, pardon, I have not a moment to lose. . w nen a man repre sents the firm of Strong, Bulbul & Co., who send out every week five thousand cases of their goods " "Go, go. Monsieur Ephrinell, we will meet on board. By the bye, you have not met our traveung pompanion?" "What traveling companion?" "The young lady who took my place in the carriage. "Was there a young lady with us?" 'Of course." " "Well, you are the first to tell me so, Mr. Bombarnac. - . And thereupon the American goes out of the door, and disappears. It is to be hoped I shall know before we get to Pekin what it is that Strong, Bulbul & Co. send out in such quantities. . Five thousand cases a week what an out put and what a turnover! -. When it is two o'clock I think I had better get down, to the boat I must call at the railway station where, I have left my light luggage at the cloak room. Soon I am off again, hastening down one of the roads leading to the harbor. , - At the break in the wall, where access is obtained to the quay, my attention, is attracted by two people walking along togetner. The man Js from thirty to thirty-five years old, - the woman from twenty-five to thirty, the man already fZ?BtTT5iifX ,,la,-"l'i ' look, easy walk with a certain swinging of the hips. The woman still a pretty blonde, blue - eyes, a rather -fresh com' plexion, her hair frizzed under a cape, a traveling costume which is in good taste neither in its unfashionable cut nor in its glaring color. Evidently a mar ried couple come in the train from Tiflis, and unless I am mistaken they are French. , They are too much occupied to see me. In their hands, on their shoulders, they have bags and cushions and wraps and sticks and sunshades and umbrellas. They are carrying every kind of little package yoa can think of which they do not care to pot with, toe luggage on the steamer. I have a good mind to go and help them. Just as I am walking up to them, Ephri nell appears, drags me away, and 1 leave the couple behind. Well," said I to the Yankee, "how are you getting on with your cargo?" At this .moment, sir, the thirty-sev enth case Is on the road." And what may be in those cases, if you please?" , "In those cases? Ah! There Is the thirty-seventh!" he exclaimed, and he ran ont to meet a truck which had just come on to the quay. ' ' The Astara is loaded up. Tne hold is not big enough, and a good deal of the cargo is overflowed on the deck. The stern is reserved for passengers, but from the bridge forward to the top-gallant forecastle there is a heap of cases cov ered with tarpaulins to protect them from the sea. There Ephrinell's cases have been put. He has lent a hand with Yankee energy. determined not to lose sight of his valua ble property, which is in cubical cases, about two feet on the side, covered with patent leather, carefully strapped, on which can be read the stenciled words. Strong, Bulbul & Co., New York." Are all your goods on board? I asked the American. There is the forty-second case just coming, he replied, And there was the said case on the back of a porter already coming along the gangway. It- seemed to me that the porter was rather tottery, Wait a bit!" shouted Ephrinell. Then in good Russian, so as to be better un derstood, he shouted: "Look out! Look out!" It is good advice, but it is too late. The porter has just made a false step. The case slips from his shoulders, breaks in two, and a quantity of little packets of paper scatter their contents on the deck. v What a shout of indignation did Ephri nell raise! What a whack with his fist did he administer to the unfortunate porter as he repeated in a voice of de spair, "My teeth, my poor teeth!" And he went down on his knees to gather up his little bits of artificial ivory that were scattered all about while I could hardly keep from laughing. It was for manufacturing five thou sand cases a week for the five parts of the world that this huge concern existed! It was for supplying the dentists of the old and new worlds; it was for sending teeth as. far as China, that their factory required fifteen hundred horse power, and burned a .hundred tons of coal a day! That is quite. American! The bell is ringing for the last time. All the passengers are aboard. The As tara is casting off her warps. Suddenly there are shouts from the quay. I rec ognize them as being in German, the same as I had heard at Tims when the train was starting for Baku. , It is the same man. He is panting, he runs, he cannot run muen raster. The gangway has been drawn ashore, and the steamer is already moving 'off. Luck ily there is a rope out astern which still keeps the Astara near the quay. The German appears just as two sailors are maneuvering with the fender. They each give him a hand and help him on board. About a quarter of a mile out there is a sort or boiling, agitating the sur face of the sea, and showing some deep trouble in the waters. I was near the rail on the starboard quarter, and, smok ing my cigar, was looking at the barbor disappearing behind the point round Cape Apcheron, while the range of the Cau casus ran up into the western horizon, Of my cigar there remained only the end between my lips, and, taking a last whiff, I threw it overboard. In an instant a sheet of flame burst out all around the steamer. The boiling came from a suDmanne spring of nanh tha, and the cigar end had set it alight. Screams arose. ne Astara rolls amid sheaves of flame, but a movement of the helm steers us- away from the flaming spring, and we are out of danger. The captain comes aft and says to me in frigid tone: "That was a foolish thing to do." "Really,-captain, I did" not know -"You ought always to know, sir!" These words are uttered in a dry. can tankerous tone, a few feet away from me. I turn to see who it is.. It Is the Eng lish woman who has read me this little lesson. (To be continued.) . Had Feathered Hia Nest The gage by which worldly prosper ity is measured is not always the same; But it does not so much mat ter what standard is used so long as ft shows accurately the amount of gain or loss. "I remember Bill Gassett as a shift less young ne'er-do-well," said a form er neighbor of Mr. Sands, revisiting his old home after many years' absence, "but I hear he left his widow quite a substantial property. How did he man age it?" ' 'He made choice of an excellent wife, and she took him as the smartest women often take the poorest speci mens of the men-folks," said Mr. Sands thoughtfully, "and what's more, she made something of him, put some!1" sewing and looked at Jack with gimp into him, and what all. Why, sir, when he married her, all he had for a mattress, was an old makeshift stuffed with dried leaves; and when he died he had no less'n three mattresses stuffed with live-goose feathers. euess that tells the storv." - Jealous. Bookkeeper The boss came In and caught me taking a kiss from the pret ty stenographer. Actually said I was dishonest W-' .. Mail Clerk In what way? Bookkeeper Said . I was taking something that belonged to him. 1 ' 1 1 1 1 m 1 1 1 1 T . f mm J. The Shearing; Tha day they cut the- baby's hair The house was all a-fidcet: Such fuss they made, you would have said He was a king the midget! Some wanted this, some wanted that; Some thought that it was dreadful To lay a hand upon one strand .-, Of all that precious headfuL While others said, to leave bis curls Would be the height of folly. Unless-they put him with the girls And called him Sue or Molly. The barber's shears went snip-a-snip, The golden fluff was flying; Grandmother had a trembling Hp, And aunt was almost crying. The men folks said, "Why, hello, Boss, xou're looking five years older!" But mother laid the shaven head Close, close against her shoulder. Ah, well; the nest must lose its birds, The cradle yield its treasure; - Time will not stay a single day for any pleaders pleasure. And when that hour's work was weighed, The scales were even, maybe; For father gained a little man '- When mother lost her baby! St. Nicholas. & e&-jjv4 ccld $He's cross eva. she tTho you ctfTcaD her obitlnte- $he'a stj necked' M you see! For Boys and Girls. What is more pitiable than to bear a boy or young man, or girl or young woman, in these great days of activity and progress, deploring his or her chance to succeed? . There are one hundred chances to day for enterprising and energetic boys and girls where there was one one hundred years ago. No chance in this land of opportuni ty, where the very atmosphere- is a perpetual tonic, In a country whose un told resources are a constant spur to endeavor! No chance in a land where deaf, dumb and blind Helen Keller goes to college, where cripples and . invalids succeed! No chance in a land where newsboys and poor boys from ' the farm go to Congress! Why, 'the whole history of our coun try is the history of the boy and the girl with no chance. ' Power and fortune are lying all about you, awaiting the eye that can see, the ear that can hear, the hand that can achieve. No chance! -Why, you cannot keep an American youth with grit and de termination from success. Once give him the alphabet, and there Is no plac ing a limit to his career. . A Half-Ounce Playmate. "Mamma," said Jack, "is that a pic ture of my little cousin Jean?" "Yes, dear," said mamma, putting the photograph back in the letter which she had just received. Jack pulled it out again, and looked long at the smiling 3-year-old face. "I wish she was here- to play with -me," he said, sadly. "You have such lots and plies of sewing to do, and I am so tired of playing alone.' "Why, she can play with you Just as well as not!" said mamma, briskly. "What kind of a game do you want to play with her?" And she laid down merry eyes, "Teeter-tawter," said Jack, smiling quite brightly. Good Idea! declared mamma, ria- ln from ner seat at the sewing-ma- . M1IUA - M -It ik W A-l . fl . i I . cmne- Yl U-"B m have her white cloak on," she slip- yeu lue iriuiuip iuiu uity envelope,- "and the little boy his straw hat," she clapped It on his head, "and now we're off." , Jack laughingly led the way to the back yard, to where a board lay across the sawhorse. It was his - favorite place for play. ' "You see," said mamma, "as Jean weighs less than an ounce, she will .. f m 1 1 1. n 1 1 m 1. 1, . mi i LITTLE STORIES AND INCIDENTS That Win Interest Entertain Young Readers. and have to have a great deal of board on her side of the horse, and you will have the shorter end on your side." This was soon arranged, and the two children teetertawtered" happily for half an hour. Then they came in, Jack very kindly carrying hit little cousin. 'Jean wants to play something else," he explained to- mamma. 'Suppose you have a game of check ers," said she. "You can make the moves for Jean, as she Is too young yet to know how. She will soon learn, I think." The smiling little playmate leaned against a book, and did not seem at all annoyed when she was beaten. In the second game she actually beat Jack. "Pretty good for a half-ounce girl," said mamma, "but she wouldn't have made much headway without your help. She seems to show a very good disposition." In the afternoon Jean stood by him and smiled encouragingly while he was practicing his music lesson. Then he showed her the pictures in a pile of old magazines. After that, splendid to relate, all the sewing was put away, and mamma, who was nothing but a big girl herself. put a white cloak on the baby, a straw hat on the boy, and a sunshade on her own head, and all went out in the yard to play. Youth's Companion. 8TRANDEO LAD A YANKEE. Demonstrated that Fact When He Told of "Skim Milk" Folaom. A good story is told of the way In which Nathaniel Hawthorne, when he was Consul at Liverpool, tested a Yan kee boy. The boy had gone to the Consul's office 'one day to beg for a passage back to his home. He had gone abroad to seek his fortune, and, not finding it, had become almost pen niless. He told a clear story, but the clerk who heard it doubted its truth. . You are not an American," he said to' the boy; but the applicant for the passage to America persisted In wait ing at the office until he saw Haw thorne himself. At last the Consul ap peared, gave a quick glance at the boy and began to question him: You want a passage to America," he asked. "Yes, sir!" said the boy eagerly. "And you say you are an ' Ameri can?", Yes, sir." In what part of America were you born?" 1 "The United States, sir." "What Stater 'Wew Hampshire, sir." ' "What town?" "Exeter, sir." Hawthorne waited a moment, and then bent toward the boy. 'Who sold the best apples In your town?" he asked. The boy's eyes shone and the home sick longing in them deepened. " 'Skim Milk" Folsom, sir!" he cried. "It's all right" said Hawthorne to the clerk. "Give him his passage.' And he took the boy's hand and bade him godspeed on his homeward way with mueh heartiness.. His "Carryinif Voice, "I never have known Just why, re marked Mr. Aiken, meditatively, "but I do seem to have a faculty of making father hear what I say without shout ing "Your exclaimed his wife. In honest surprise. "Yes. I often think of It when" you lift your voice in the shrill Way you did Just now. I never have to do that It must be I have what they call the 'carrying voice." "What's that you're saying, son?' Inquired the serene old gentleman at the side of the breakfast table, s - "I was telling Helen, father," re peated Mr. Aiken, complacently, "that, even with your bearing as it Is now, you always understand me easily." Father Aiken looked mystified. Then he reached his hand toward the salt Hand you what?" he asked. "Oh, nothing!" Mr. Aiken raised his voice only a trifle, but made an evident effort to articulate. "I was Just speak ing of the fact that I can always make you hear so well. I told Helen I. be lieved I must ' have the 'carrying voice!" . Father Aiken slowly shook bis head. "I don't quite get It, my boy." he said, gently. The younger man felt his wife's amused eyes upon him, and his colo'r heightened. "It was nothing' at all, father," he protested, speaking louder, although still in Tepressed tones. "I was only saying that yon seem to hear me bet ter' than-you-do Helen, even' when talk low. I said" enunciating very distinctly "it was because I have a 'carrying voice." "You have what?" demanded Fath er Aiken. ' . .'.'.- . "A 'carrying voice!" roared his son In desperation, beginning o look abso lutely foolish. "Helen," appealed the gentle old man, turning to his daughter-in-law, "for mercy's sake, speak up and tell me what the boy Is talking about!" Youth's Companion, - v V' '' ' ."' Deep Man. .... . "Sometimes," confided Mrs. Long wed to her Intimate friend, "I think my husband Is the patientest, gentlest, best natured soul that ever lived, and sometimes I think if a merely laziness that alia him," TELLS WHAT THE AUTO DID.. Device Indicate to Owner the Move- . menta of Hia Chauffeur. - An Ingenious German Instrument has been imported which will prove to the owners of automobiles just what their cars have been doing in the hands of the hired operators, which may prevent those worthy men from taking theater parties out at night and riding through the streets at railroad speed. It is calleda velograph, and besides registering the, speed of the car in mo tion it keeps' a record of the number of stops and varying speeds. In other words, the record will show Just what the car haa been doing without a word from tha man who drove it, and should prove an effectual check to the indis criminate use of the car by men hired ' to drive them for their owners. The device, though both a speed register and a chronograph, is simple. An or dinary timepiece, with the dial revolv ing, Instead of fingers, furnishes the chronograph. The dial, or clock face, ia a separate cardboard disk, which can be removed at will. The spaces between the dial numerals, inestead of being divided into "fives," as in ordin ary clock faces, are divided into four sections of fifteen each, thus making sixty In all, to denote the minutes In each hour. Attached to the timepiece is an or dinary speed register, connected with the hub of the . vehicle. This speed register shows the usual rotary set of figures denoting the number of miles traveled. "At the end of every mile. however, a marker, which protrudes above the rim of the clock dial,, shoots . forward and registers the fact that it has been recorded. This marker being stationary-and the dial chronograph revolving, it follows that as every mile is recorded on the dial cardboard the lapsed time will also be shown. Similarly when the vehicle is stopped the marker still continues to register while the disk revolves. There being no miles to be recorded, the register will show a line parallel to the circum ference of the disk, denoting that the vehicle was motionless during the hours on the dial corresponding with such straight line. COIN-SORTING MACHINE. Wheel Which Picka the Quarters from the Pennies. That trite saying that "necessity ia the mother of invention" may be re peated once more in connection with the coin-sorting machine shows here with, which is the subject of a recent patent It is fitting that such a de-vice should have originated, of all places on the globe, at Atlantis City, which vies with Coney Island In its numerous catch-penny amusements. While rath er limited in Its field of application, a mechanical coin assorter is doubtless Justified by the necessities , of the . COIN-SOHTING MACHINE. amusement business, where a great number of small coins are handled dally. After a monotonous scooping in of Innumerable nickels, dimes and pen nies during the course of a long day, it must be a great relief to dump them into a hopper, turn a crank a few times and remove the coins sorted Into de nominations, and possibly counted, The device Is based on the simple prin ciple of graded openings formed by bars arranged in tiers at right angles to the axis of the cylinder. As only Coins which will go through the open ings of corresponding size are retained, the smaller pieces travel successively through tiers until they reach their proper place. . . MRS. STEPHEN B. ELKINS. One of the Most Splendid Types of American Womanhood. In this land of splendid homes none possesses a greater charm of hospital ity, or Is more thoroughly appreciated and enjoyed by Its inmates, than where senator ana Mrs. Stephen B. Elkins, of West Virginia, make their dwelling. There are . several places which' they can properly call "home," the two principal ones being at Washington and at Elkins, W. Va El kins is a con spicuous example of MBS. KLKISS. the self-made American money-mak er, thinker and worker. He is one of the rich men of the country. His good fortune Is not due wholly to his own energy, though that has been the chief factor In his success. He has had the aid of an exceptional wife. Mrs. El kins has made her home far more at tractive to her husband than any club could be. -She is possessed of culture and intelligence that make her a con genial companion for a brainy hus band. The daughter of a former Sen ator and a multi-millionaire, Henry G. Davis, there are none of the graces of womanhood she has not acquired. As Hallie Davis she was a popular girl. As Mrs. Elkins she has won many new social laurels. Her country house. Hal. Ilehurst, at Elkins, is one of the. finest places in the South.