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JlOWltn A HliNItV, I'uUILh.rs,
COTTAGE GROVE . . OREGON.
Kolxxly Ik. above suspicion when
Jealous woman I around.
Mrs, Lnnglry In now a luothor-ln-law,
Tlio world It no longer nt her feet
Mint, Btone attributes licr rcscuo to
prayer.' To what docs alio attrlbuto her
Captivity?
A pleklo tn(t with 130,000,000 capital
has. been formed. This la one of the
souresrdoscsof nil. '
Tho young King of Spain appears to
ho 'Hi lie n sensible child. IIo Is permit'
tltig the old men to keep on running
things.
. l I' II' ,M
, KlngfUdwnrd U a pretty strong argu
Mfiut ncalnstj.be claims of peoplo who
aro always prating about tho dangers
of high living.
An Inventor asserts that an excellent
Imltntlon of wood cau bo tuado from
tobacco leaves. Let him try his hand
now nt making "merchantable bricks
out of diamonds.
Itsklmos claim to have found the re
mains of Noah's nrk away up near tho
arctic circle. Can It be possible that
Nonh started In search of tho polo with
out ilrst having n relief expedition pro
vided for?
The multimillionaire who endows col
leges and establishes colleges Is sub
jected to a great deal of chaff and Is
sometimes accused of self-aggrandize
ment The mlllonalre who devotes
himself to horse racing, an Institution
which maluly benefits the professional
gamblers, is permitted to pass without
criticism. This seems hardly fair.
Another gentleman exhilarated with
whiskey purchased with his wife's
money has murdered his wife. For
tunately bo was blessed with a
sense of tho proprieties and accommo
datingly hanged himself, thus saving
tho overweighted taxpayers the ex
pense, of doing the Job for him. Like
nnotber historic character, nothing In
this man's life became htm like the
Ireivlng It
Many cures for insomnia have been
recommended, from counting an Imag
inary llock of sheep as they jump on-
by one over a gate, to extracting the
cube root of u number in six figures;
but tbey all fnll nt times. The latest
cure, n coord !ng to a medical paper, Is
automoblllng. Now, It the village
school teacher will only take a rldo
every afternoon In a fifteen-hundred-dollar
automobile, she will sleep like a
top at night that Is, If she docs not
""lie awake wondering where the money
Is to come from to pay for the horse
less carriage. There are some remedies
moro attractive than practicable.
Although the newer of tho nrpss ran
L'ardly .be overestimated, little that Is
printed leaves a permanent Impression.
Dr. Edward Everett Hale puts It char
acteristically In commenting on the sen
sitiveness of his distinguished kinsman.
Ldward Everett, to what appeared
about him In print "He did not know.
asI do, that of 'whatever Is' put In the
newspaper half the people who see It
do not read It; second, that half of
those do not understand It; third, that
of the half who understand Is, half do
not bellevo It; fourth, that the half who
believe It half forget It; fifth, that tho
half who remember It are probably of
no great account, anyway." To which
Dr. Hale adds the remark, personal to
himseir, "This may be forgotten with
the. rest" Nevertheless, It has a kernel
of truth worth remembering.
Much has been said of the audacity
of man In building his home In spots so
dangerous as the slopes of Mont Pelee
have proved themselves to be. Yet all
history affords Illustrations of the calm
forgetfulness with which the race
erects Its dwelling places ou the sites
of the most; dreadful catastrophes. Ve
suvius still smokes over beautiful Na
ples. Lisbon rises, beautiful' and Im
posing, where a "convulsion of nature"
onco brought unutterable fright and
desolation. The Japanese .still crowd'
the coasts of their tide-swept Islands
and .the Chinese huddle along the
banks of the Hoang-Ho. It is not very
many months since Galveston was
overwhelmed by flood, yet a new Gal
veston Is being built on the dangerous
site of the wreckage and the people of
tho city nre ready to take their chances
of a similar disaster In the future.
Thero Is -absolutely nothing to prevent
a second tidal wave from the Gulf, yet
the city pursues Its dully task, appar
ently unafraid.
Charles Schwab's apple donation gets
through the hide and Into the heart
Ho was Just such a bappy.go-Iucky boy
as you can find anywhere now, and he
liked the taste of stolen apples. The
original sin In every boy adds sweet
ness to purloined fruit It shouldn't be
so, but It Is so. Let the sociologists ex
plan It If they can. Schwab used to
steal his apples from trees on the
grounds of Mt Aloyslus' Academy, at
Cresson, Pa. He never forgot It Men
don't forget theso things. They love
tbo memory of youthful pranks, and
,teU tbo tales to their children and their
i ftrantlchlldrpn. ,And, wuy down In the
'heart, tujfrO; Is often a sneaking desire
i .ttyg9 jjacko the old. town, wajk up to
tho farmer from whom he used'to steal
melons, laugh at tho dog, and remark:
"Mr, Jones, do you know me? Don't
you remember Hill Rogers' boy, whom
you set the dog on and shot full qt rock
salt? Just thought I'd drop In on tbo
old town and see how things look."
And then you planned to pay off tbo
mortgago on Jones' farm, leave money
for n how library, buy uniforms for the
"Uinpnh, Umpnh Cornet Hand' nnd
slather money around llko a prince.
Plenty of men have had those dreams,
Kew can carry them out Mr. Schwab
could; nnd, as dramatic as you please,
he planked down flU.OOO of good Steel
Trust money In payment of the llald
wlnsbe BlQlp, rnany years ago. Every
mail who has wanted to go back and
Cms goodl Kill nvy Mr. Sehws.li
j no sanaion anil iue pirnsurs u dof
put Pf me gift
rrophecles of gypsies, astrologers and
other rt-ndcrs of tho future, foretelling
tho calamity that recently befel King
Kdwnrd, are being resurrected, or man
ufaclured after tho event, nnd present
cd to tho credulous with becoming
gravity. These pretended propheclw
aro reminders of tho pagan past, when
tho gods took nil Intimate and respect
fill Interest In tho fnto of kings. Por
tents went seen in thn skies wimihii?
Ilinn Hint nmnllilnr- .Dr., u-n nlmilt ).
haimen to his Mnldr. nnil when h
died earthquakes nnd storms testified
to tho sympathy of nature with an
event so tremendous. Those were the
days when a king was a king, and very
few had any doubt of his divine ap
pointment to office. Now. only the sort
of minds capable of crediting gypsy
nrnnhpt run look mmn lnnimrolir n
heavenly Institution. Peoples no longer
exist for their kings, but kings for their
peoples. Tho old-fashioned despot Is
the dodo of politics. Hesiecting thoso
vestigial remnants of the superstitious
past, the prophets, It Is obvious that
their self-denial Is even moro wonder
ful than their powers. It perhaps has
not occurred to thoso who still take
them seriously Hint- If there existed a
class of men capable of foretelling the
date of a king's death months or years
In advance of Its occurrence little
things llko tho outcome of horso races
nnd the upa and downs of the stock
market would be as clear as print to
them. In that case, of course, they
would soon own the wealth of tho
earth. Hut as prophets gypsies, as
trologers, clairvoyants nnd the rest
arts never billionaires. It follows cither
that they aro frauds or the most urn
selfish beings In n generally selfish
world.
On a day early In Juno of this year
man named Hawkins committed
crime at Marysvllle, Mo., and then
tried to run away from It Hawkins
was a real estate dealer, and left tho
town because he had forged paper to
the amount of J2.000. When he left
Marysvllle, Hawkins- was a fine-looking,
middle-aged gentleman, with hair
slightly tinged with gray. At the end
of two weeks he camo back a white
haired, broken-bodied old man. In tho
interval the man had wandered from
place to place pursued by the hourly
fear that he would bo tracked by
bloodhounds. Tho fear deepened Into
an overmastering terror. He hid him
self In the woods. Finally the fear be
came unbearable. He returned to
Marysvllle and gave himself up. Twen
ty years, be said, had been added to his
life In less than twenty days. He wel
comed the penitentiary as a blessed re-
lief. It Is the old story. In seeking to
dodge a financial trouble he took upon
his shoulders a greater one. The new
trouble was so heavy that a prison
seemed a heaven of rest after the hell
Into which he had plunged. When will
men learn that Justice Is never cheated?
That every crime brings Its Densltr.
soon or late? When will men learn they
are not smarter than fate? There aro
other blooflhounds than those of flesh
and blood that pursue the man who
breaks the law. The bloodhounds of
conscience will ever bay deep-mouthed
to the soul that slnneth. "Whatsoever
a man soweth, that also shall be reap.
That Is the Inevitable law. If a man
sows to the flesh he shall of the flesh
reap corruption. And he will reap more
than be sows. The law o Increase
holds In the devil's domain as It does
In the fields of God.
HEAVIEST MAN IN THE WORLD.
Sled In San Francisco Welshed
013
Founds.
Henri. Maurice Cannon, known
throughout the world as the heaviest
of all men, died unexpectedly from
heart disease In San Francisco, Cal.
a few days ago. Mr. Cannon bad been
ailing for several days.
Deceased weighed 013 pounds. A na'
tlve of Zurich, Switzerland, be was
HE 114 UAl'BICE CJAKH0W.
deemed tbcro ono of the foremost ath
letes, and as a wrestler met many men
In the arena. It was not until 10 years
ago that he commenced to grow to ab
normal proportions, bis weight Increas
ing with alarming rapidity. With it all
Cannon remained good-natured, and a
Dobemlan life was his choice.
Au Adroit Answer.
The celebrated physician, Zimmer
man, attended Frederick the Great in
his last Illness. Ono day, as tbo story
Is recorded In "Salad for tho Social,"
the King said to him:
"You have, 1 presume, helped many
a man Into another world."
This was rather au unexpected thrust
for the doctor, but the doso be gavo tho
King In return was a Judicious mixture
of truth and flattery: '
"Not so many as Your Majesty, nor
with so much honor to myself."
A Difference Qt Opinion.
"Whose little 007 are you?"
"Well, grandma, Aunt Louise nnd
mamma all claim mo: but Former
Jones says Pro a child of tho devil.
'cause I croned some of his apples."
Detroit Free Press.
. I
What a politician says Is one. ttlng
nnu wum uo uoes is anomer.
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FAVORITES
The Widow Muliinc,
DM you lit-sr of the Widow .Uloa,
Olionel
ho lived in the town of Atlilone,
Aloiol
Oht she nlcltrd the llC-artS
Ju' h wln In them parti
So lovely the Widow Mulouc,
Olionel
I So lovely tho Widow Malont.
0t lovers she bd a full aeora
Or More;
And fortunes they all had galore,
in store;
' rum the minister down
To the clerk of tho crown.
All were courting the Widow Malonc,
Ubonel
All were courting the Widow Maloue.
Hut to niodett was Mistress Maloue,
lwoj known
That uo one could tec her alone.
Ohouel
Let them ogle and sigh.
They could ne'er calch her eye
So bashful tho Widow Maloue,
Ouonel
So bashful the Widow Mslonc.
Till one Mlsther O'llrieu from Clare
How iuarr;
jit's little for blushing they cart
Down there-
Put hU arm round her waist.
Uave ten klsiw at last
Oh," iMja he, "you're my Molly Ms om
My own!
Oh.' says he, "you're my Molly Ma-
loner
And the widow they all thought so any,
My cycl
Ne'er thought of a simper or algh
For why?
Hut "Lucius," says she.
"Since you've now made so free.
You may marry your Mary Malone,
UhoDel
You may marry your Mary Malone."
There's a moral contained in my sou.
Not wrong.
And, one comfort. It's not very long.
nut strong;
It for widows you die
Learn to kiss, not to Irb.
For they'xe all like aweut Mistress Mi-
lonel
Ohonel
Oh! they're all like swt Mistress Ma
lone!
Charles Lever.
Little Hot lllue.
The little toy dog Is covered with, dust
liut sturdy and stanch he stands:
And the little toy soldier Is red with rust.
And 111 musket molds lu his hands.
Tlme w when the ,1UIb toy doR WM
And the soldier was passing (dr.
And that was the time when our Little
Hoy Blue
Kissed them and put them there.
'Now, don t you go till I come," he said,
.n don I you make any nolseT
So toddling oil to bis trundle-bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys.
And as he was dreaming an angrl aong
Awakened our Little Hoy Wue
I Oh, the years are many, the years are
long.
But the little toy friends are true.
Aye faithful to Little Boy Blue they
stanu.
Each In the same old place.
Awaiting the touch of a little hand.
The smile of a littla face.
And they wonder, as waiting these long
years tnrongli
In the dust of that little chair.
What has become of our Little Boy Blue
blnce He kissed them and put them
there?
-Eugene Field.
GIANT PREHISTORIC BIRD.
Hec of the i:pjronil Found Off the
Madasancar Coaat.
The recent finding of an egg of the
great epyornls floating nbout In St.
Augustine Bay, on the southwest coast
of Madagascar, has Induced a party of
Germans headed by Gottlieb Adolf
Krause, the German explorer, to un
dertake an exploration of the remote
Interior of Madagascar In search of
possible living specimens of tbla great
bird of the post-plloccnc period of tbo
world's history. The egg may havo
come down with tho floods from the
unexplored Interior of tho Island, or
may have been burled for centuries In
tho sand, preserved by some curious
freak of nature, and then carried to
sea. W hich of theso theories Is the
proper one Professor Krause and his
party will try to discover.
According to geologists, at one time
Madagascar and the Islands cast of
Africa were one, but that later thn
land subsided and left the Islands sep
arated by a strait and since that tlmo
the Islands have developed species to
themselves. . The climatic changes
which ensued are believed by some to
bavo exterminated tho epyornls. But
others declare that, as the country
changed, the 'gigantic bird retired deep
er nnd deeper into trie wilderness,
where It has remained for centuries
without molestation, unless It has been
annihilated by some unknown savage
tribe In the Interior, and will be found
there to-day, somewhere between tho
desert and the Auknrah Mountains.
The finding of the egg In St. Augus
tine Hay has deepened this Impression,
and Professor Krause will try to es
tablish the truth of the theory that
toe egg Is of recent origin and not
curiously preserved through centuries.
Several French adventurers havo tried
to penetrate Into the Interior, but they
have returned without definite results,
telling only of brief glimpses of queer
animals, which were not accepted as
valuable by scientists. Possibly the
German explorers may be more for
tunate.
Tho egg found Is the thirty-fourth
In existence, and tho largest Is U by
14 Inches In diameter. The bird Itself
Is believed by scientists to have been
fully, fifteen feet high, and to have
weighed more than a ton, far larger
than the ostrich, which Is itself n dan-
Serous bird to handle; a blow from
"s claws would bo fatal. Stories of
some such bird In the Interior have
long been extant nmonir natives, not
only of Madogascor, but of other coun-
tries, and Interest In them, y been I
nwnkt-ned by ths finding of the now
rgg.
The trials (he expedition will hnvo to
contend with will ha the Inliospltnllly
of tho Inhabitants, scorching heat,
scarcity of water, malarial swnmps,
and extreme perils of Journeying
through prlmevnl tropical forests. Two
other parties while In search of tho
epyornls met death In tho burning des
erls of Klllarlvo, but, with the butter
appliances carried by Professor
Krmise nnd his parly, It Is believed
that they will make discoveries that
will prove the existence, or non-oxlsl
enee of this groat bird of prehistoric
times. Previous researches have not
been carried on beyond tho high Initio
laud, but the Hermans will try to pen
ctrnte the wilds beyond the Oullahy
river.
SHE WORE THE KEY.
Bad Ujt, 1'ntliellc Droop Mutle It
tljratcry Until Kxplaliieil.
It was the usual crowd of well
gowned femininity that tilled the car.
wending lis wny inntlnceward. Every
woman at nit young or nt nil aiming to
bo fashionable, wore n chain of some
sort from which dangled charms of
every kind nnd descriptions, lockets,
heart-shaped and round, sumll gold or
silver purses, lorgnettes mid watches,
Tbo girl In the smart black costume.
with exquisite sables, appeared to be
exempt from the prevailing mania, nnd
therefore became the mnrk for the at'
tetillun of the observer of details. As
the atmosphere of the car grew warm
er she slipped the long fur scarf from
her neck, revealing thu fact that no
far from being Immune she had
eclipsed all the others lu the originality
of her "dangle.
A small gold chain was worn around
her neck and fell half wny to tho
waist. On It was a key set with dla
moiids. It wns no caprlco of the Jew
eler, but the real article, au ordinary
cvery-dny affair such as ono wrestles
with nt the front door.
.now, wnat wns the romance con
neetrd with that very prosaic key
making It worthy to be set with dia
monds and displayed so prominently
ns treasured possession? The sad
eyes of the owner had that misty, far
away look of unshed tears. The Par
isian hat failed to hide the pathetic
droopi of the graceful head.
Hero was a story, surely. Imnglnn
tlou conjured up n picture of a betroth
nl rudely broken by the death of the
fiance, the key treasured ns a inenicn
to of the many happy evenings they
had spent together, nnd the stolen
kisses In the vestibule as he hesitated
before opening the door for her. 'the
somlier gown hinted nt a loss. The
wistful eyes and sweet Hps ncccntu
utcd the Idea.
Or could the key be that of the vault
where the young man had been en
tombed? Could It be? Fancy waxed
more and more grewsomo with each
ucw contemplation of the unusual
charm worn by this fair heroine of
modern romance.
At Sixty-fourth street another very
smart young woman lionrded the car,
and with a friendly greeting to the
girl with the key at once opened up a
conversation.
'I see you ore wearing your key,'
she began."
'How shockingly unfeeling," thought
the observer.
'Yes." replied she of tho pathetic
eyes. "I can go out now with n peace
ful mind, knowing that Marie will not
be wearing my frocks. 1 never could
bide It where she couldn't nnd It."
Somehow tbo unshed tears and the
pathetic droop weren't so noticeable
now. New York Herald.
HE HAD SEEN THEM BEFORE.
Frenchman' Gift to Mcnelek Were
Not Kntlrelr Appropriate.
When M. Jules Orevy was president
of tho French Republic, ubout twenty
years ago, n mission visited Abyssinia,
i unu us iviieiuK, iuu uj ttmuiuu iiiun
arch, was supposed to have the tradi
tional tastes of savago cbleftnlns, It
curried as presents n sporting gun, u
small cannon, and a musical box.
The monarch followed with polite
ness, If not apparently with very keen
Interest, a demonstration of tbo work
ings of the two Icthnl weapons, but al
though tho Freuch envoy conscien
tiously ground out the wholo balf-doi-
en tunes which the musical box was
nblo to perform, lie failed to elicit the
royal approbation.
'I accept with pleasure," said Mcne
lek, "the beautiful weapons you bring
me on behalf of your government Am
for tlio musical box, I will glvo it to
some child, and I am suro ho will find
It very amusing."
'It seems to me," said tho envoy, on
retiring from tho royal presence, "that
tho Negus Is having a llttlo fun with
inc."
Tho next day he had considerable
confirmation of that opinion. Mcnelek
Invited him to visit his private armory,
"See," he said, "I have given tho
place of honor to tbo lino sporting gun
sent mo by the president"
And so bo bad but that particular
weapon figured as only ono of seven
or eight of tho same pattern In a com
plete collection of modern firearms,
whleli thn Neiriin tiolltelv took from
their cases to exhibit their merits to
tho unfortunate Frenchman. This
siiiall-nrms exhibition was followed by.
that of a park of mountain artillery
'a gentle hint," surmises M. Hugues
Le Houx In his recent book of travel,
"Mcnelek et Nous." to nil It mlclit con-
cern ns to tho desirability of tempering
zeal with discretion when preying
on when preying tho
Inestimable blessings of European civ
ilization upon tbo "Lion of Judah."
Youths' Companion.
The Logical Youth.
In tho sentence, 'Tho train wound
around tho foot of the mountain,' " til-
rccted tho teacher, "you may parse tho
word 'mountain.' "
Mountain," began Johnny Wise, "Is
a noun, common, feminine gender "
Why do you say It Is femluluo?"
Didn't you Just say that tho train
was wound around Its foot?'' Balti
more American.
One of tho greatest accomplishments
In tho world Is to bo nblo to back up
the minute you find yourself going
wrong.
Thero Is a rich sound in closing a
back door that only a tow people huve
opportunity to enjoy
A STUDY
3
DY A. CONAN DOYLE.
CIIAPTElt HI Continued.
No. 3 Laurlstou Gardens woro nn III
omened and minatory look. It wns ono
of four, which stood back sumo llttlo
wny from tho street, two bring occu
pus i nmi twu empty.
Tho tnttcr looked out with throa
Horn ot vncnut, molnncluily wIiuIowh,
which woro blank nnd dreary, snvo
that hero nnd thoro n "To Let" enr
had dovolopod llko a cataract upon
tlio bleared panes,
A small garden sprinkled over with
a scattered eruption of sickly plants
separated each of thoso houses from
tho street, nnd wns traversed by n nar
row pathway, yellowish lu color, nnd
consisting nppnrontly ot n mixture of
ciny niui gravel
Tho wholo idnco was vory slontiy
from tho rntn which had fallen through
tho night. Tho garden was boiiudo
by a three-foot hr ck wnll with
frlngo ot wood Tails upon tho ton. nnd
against mis wnll was leaning n ntnl
wnrt pollco constnblo. surrounded by
n small knot of loafers, who craned
their necks nnd strained their ores In
tho vain hope, ot catching somo glimpse
or tun proceedings within,
I hnd Imnglned that Sherlock
Holmes would nt onco havo lmrrloi
Into tho houso and plunged Into
study ot tho mystery.
Nothing nnnenred to bo furthor from
ins intention. With nn nlr of non
chnlnnco, which under tho clrctim
stances seemed to mo to bordor upon
affectation, ho lounged up nnd down
tho pavement, nnd gnted vacnntly nt
tlio ground, tho sky, tho opposlt
Houses nnd thn lino of railings.
Having finished his scrutiny, ho pro
ceed I y slowly down tho path, or rather
down tho frlngo of grass which Hanked
tho path, keeping his eyes riveted upon
tho ground.
Twice ho stopped and onco I saw
him nmllo nnd hoard him utter nn ox
clnmatlon ot satisfaction. Thoro were
ninny mnrks of footsteps upon tho wot
clayey soil, hut slnco tho pollco had
been coming nnd going over it I wn
unnblo to sco how my companion could
hopo to learn anything from it
Still. I had had such oxtrnordlnnry
ovldonco of tho quickness ot his per
ccptlvo faculties that I hnd nn doubt
ho could sco n groat deal which wa
hidden from mo,
At tho door of tho houso wo woro
met by a tall, white-faced, flavcn-halrci
mnn, with n notebook In his hand, who
rushed forward and wrung my com
ponton's hand with effusion.
It Is Indeed kind of you to como,
ho said. "I have had everything left
untouched.
"Except thntl" my friend answered
pointing to tho pathway. "If n hord
ot buffaloes had passed nlong, thero
could not bo n greater mess. No doubt,
however, you hnd drawn your own con
elusions, Gregson, boforo you permit
ted this.'
I havo hnd so much to do Insldo
tho houso," tho detective said, ovas.
Ivcly. "My colleague. Mr. Lostrado, I
here. I had rolled upon lilm to look
after tills.'
Holmes glanced nt mo nnd raised
his eyebrows sardonically,
"With two such men ns yourself
and Lcstrndo upon thn ground, thero
will not bo much for n third party to
to find out." ho said.
Gregson rubbed his nanus in a sou-
satlsucd wny.
"I think wo havo dono nil that can
bo done, ho answered. "It s n queer
enso, though, and I know your tasto
for Buch things."
You did not como hero In a caul
asked Sherlock Holmes.
"No, sir."
"Nor Lostrado?"
"No. sir."
"Then let us go nnd look at the
room.
With which neonseqnent remark ho
ntrodo on Into tho houso. followed by
orison, whoso featuros oxpressod his
astonishment
Holmoa wnlked In nnd I followed
him with that subdnod feollng nt my
heart which tho presenco of death In'
snlres.
It was a largo, square room, looxing
all tho larger tor tho absence or all
furniture
Onnoslto tho door was n showy firo
nlaco. On ono corner of this wns stuck
tho stumn of a red wax candle
Tho solitary window wns so flirty
that tho light was hazy nnd uncertain,
giving n dull gray tlngo to everything,
which was Intensified by tho thick
layer of dust which coated tho wholo
apartment
All theso uciaus I onsnrvco, niter-
ward. At present my attention was
centered upon tho slngln grim, mo-
tlonless flguro which lay stretched
unon tho boards, with vacant, sight
less oyos staring up at tho discolored
colling.
It wns that of n man nbout forty'
thrco or forty-four years of ago, mid-
dio-fllzod, broad shouldorod, with crisp,
curling black hair, and n short,, stubby
beard.
Ills hands wero clenched nnd Jils
arms thrown abroad, whllo his lower
limbs woro Interlocked ns tnougn his
death strugglo had been n grlovouB
10.
On his Held faco thoro stood nn ex-
nrnsslon of horror, nnd. ns It sccmod
to me, of hatred, such as I havo novor
seen upon human featuros.
Tnls malignant nna lornma conior-
tion, combined with tno low roreneau
blunt noso, nnd prognathous Jaw, gavo
tho doad man a singularly sinuous ana
npe-IIko nppenranco, wnicn was in
creased by his writhing, unnatural pos
turo.
Lcstrndo. loan nnd forrct-llko as
ever, was standing by tho doorway nnd
greeted my companion nnd mysolf.
"This caso will mnKo n stir, sir,' no
remarked, "it oeais nnyiinnK i mivo
scon, and I am no chicken,'
"Thero Is no clow," said Gregson,
"'None nt all." chimed In Lostrado.
Bhorlock Holmes approached tho
body and kneeling down, oxamlned It
Intently.
"You aro su.-o that thoro Is no
wound?" ho a'sked, pointing to Humor
ous gouts and splashes ot blood which
lay all around.
"Posltlvol" cried notn notpciivos.
"Then of courso this blood uoiongs
to a second Individual presumably
tho murdoror, If murdor has been com
mitted, It reminds mo of tho circum
stances attondlng on tho death of Van
Janscn, In Utrecht, In tho year 34. Do
you romomber tho caso, Gregson?"
"No, sir."
"Iloud It un you really should,
Thoro Is nothing new tinder tbo sun.
It has all been dono bororo." .
As he spoko his nlmblo lingers woro
flying horo. thero nmf ovorywhoro,
fooling, pressing, unbuttoning, oxuni-
IN SCARLET.
Itilug, while bin eyes woro tho mimo
rnr nwny oxpiosslon, which 1 nnvu 111
ready remarked unon.
So swiftly wns thu examination miuUi
that ono would hardly havo guessed
tho minuteness with which It was con
ducted. Finally,' liti sniffed tho doad
mnii'a Hps and then glanred nt tl
snien of his patent leather bnotii,
"Ho has not boon moved at nil?" ho
asked.
"No moro thnn wns nncessnry for
tho purpose of our examination."
"You can tnko him to tno mortuary
now," ho anld. "Thoro Is nothing moru
to no leained."
Orccson hnd a stretcher nnd four
men nt hand. At his cnll they entered
mo room, niui tno summer wus lirtod
ami carried out.
As they raised lilm n ring llnnled
down nnd rolled across tho floor. Lo
Btrado grabbed It up and stored nt it
with luystlflod eyes.
"Thuro'a boon n wtimnii horo." ho
cried. "It'B n woman's wedding ring,
IIo held It out ns ho spoke, upon tho
palm ot his blind. Wo all gathered
round lilm nnd gated at It. Thoro
could bo nn doubt that that circle of
plain gold had onco adorned tho flncor
of n nrldo.
"This complicates matters." sold
Oregaon. "Hoavon knows, thoy woro
complicated enough heforor
"ltni'ro suro It decan t simplify
tuotnT' obsorved Holmos. "Thoro
nothing to bo learned by staring nt It
What did you find In his pockets? "
Wo havo It nil hero." snld Grog.
son, pointing to n Utter ot objects upon
ono of tho bottom steps ot tho stairs
A gold watch. No, 97.1C3. by llarraud
or ixindon. Gold Albert chain, very
heavy nnd solid. Gold ring, with Ma
sonic dovlco. Gold pin bulldog'
head, with rubles ns oyos. Hussion
leather curd caso. with cards of Knoch
J. Ilrchhcr, of C leveland, correspond
lug with tho K. J. I). upon tho linen
No purse, but loose money to tho ox
tent of Bovim pounds thirteen. Pock
ct edition of Boccaccio's 'Decameron
with iinmn of Joseph Htongcrson upon
tho fly loaf. Two letters ono nddros
od to 13. J. Drcbbor nnd 0110 to Joscp
Htnugcrson.
"At what address?"
"American Exchange. Strand to b
left till cnllad for. They aro both from
thn Dulnn Steamship Company, nnd
refer to the Bulling ot tholr boatn from
Liverpool. It Is clear that this unfor
tunnto man waB about to return to Now
York."
"Havo you mndo any Inquiries as to
this man Slangerson?
"1 did It nt once," snld Gregson. "1
hnvo had advertisements sent to nil the
newspapers, nnd ono ot my men has
gono to tho American Exchnngo, hut
ha has not returned yet."
"Hnvo you sent to Cleveland?
"Wo telegraphed this morning.'
"How did you word your inquiries?
"Wo simply detailed tho clrcum
stnnccs, nnd snld that wo should bo
glad of nny Information which could
help us."
"You did not nsk for particulars on
any point which appeared to you to bo
crucial?"
I asked about fllnngerson."
Nothing elsn? Is thorn no clrcum
stnnca on which this wholo enra ap
pears to hlngo? Will you not tolo-
graph again?"
"I hnvo said nil I havo to say," sold
Gregson, in nn offended voice.
Sherlock Holmes chuckled to him
self, nnd npnonrod to bo nbout to make
somo remark, when Lostrado, who had
been In tho front room whllo wo woro
holding this conversation lu tho hall
reappeared upon tho scono, rubbing his
hands In a pompous and woll-sntlsfled
manner.
Mr. Gregson," ho snld. "I hnvo Just
mado a discovery of tho highest m
portnnco. nnd ono which would hnvo
been overlooked hnd I not mado n enro-
fill examination of tho walls
Tho llttlo man's oyos sparkled as ha
spoko, nnd ho was evidently In n state
suppressed exultation nt having
scored n point against his colleague.
'Como hero," ho said, bustling back
Into tho room, tho ntmosphcro or which
felt cleaner slnco tho removal ot Its
ghastly Inmate.
"Now, stand thero!
Ha struck n rnntch on his boot and
held It up against thn wall.
"Look nt that! ho said triumphant
Iy
I hnvo remarked that tho paper had
fal.cn away in parts. In this partial
lar cornor of tho room a largo plcco
had pcelod off, leaving a yellow equal 0
t conrso plastering.
Across thin bnro Bpaco thero was
scrawled In blood-red letters a single
word:
IIACIIE
"Whnt do you think ot that?" crlod
tho dctoctlvo. with tho nlr of a show
man exhibiting his show. "This wns
ovorlookod hecauso It wns In tho dark
est corner of tho room, and no ono
thought of looking thoro. Tho mur-
crer has written It with Ins or nor own
blood. Boo this smear whoro It has
trickled down tho wnll! That disposes
ot tho Idea of sulcldn, anyhow. Why
was thnt-corner choson to wrlto It on?
will tell you. Sco that cnndlo on tho
mantolploco. It was lighted at tho
tlmo, and If It was lighted this cornor
would bo tho brightest Instead of tho
darkest portion of tho wall."
"And what docs It mean, now that
you havo found It?" askod Gregson, in
deprecatory tono.
"Mean 7 Why. It means that tho
writer was going to put the femalo
nnrao Rachel, but was disturbed boforo
ho or sho had tlmo to finish. You mark
my words, when this cobo comes to bo
cleared up you'll nnd tnnt a woman
named Rachel has something to do
with It. It's nil very well for you to
laugh, Mr. Bherlock Holmes. You may
bo very nmnrt nnd clovor, Jiut tho old
hound Is tho best, when all Is snld nnd
dono." '
'I really bog your pardon I" said my
companion, who had ruffled tho llttlo
man's temper by bursting Into an ex
plosion of Initghtor. "You ' cortalnly
havo tho credit of being tho first of us
to find out, and, an you say, It hoara
overy mark of having been written by
tho othor participant In Inst night's
myatory. I hnvo not had tlmo to ox
amino this room yet, but with your
permission I shall do so now,"
As ho spoke ho whipped a tapo meas
ure nnd a largo, round, magnirying
glass from his pocket.
So engrossed wns ho with his occu
pation thnt ho appeared to havo for
cotton our nrosonco. for ho chnttorod
away to himself under his brcnth tho
wholo tlmo, keeping up a running nro
of exclamations, groans, whistles nnd
llttlo cries suggcstlvo ef ' oncourago -ment
and of hopo.
'"'
As I wttchtd him I was IriimtlMy
rsmlnrind of pure-bloods!, woll
trained fox hound cs It dnshsii back
ward and forward through tlio covort,
whining hi ltd eagerness, until It comes
across tho lost scout.
For twenty inlnulca or moro ho con
tinued his resen relies, measuring with
tho mont oxnet euro tho dlsliinco bo
twoon mnrks which wero entirely In
visible to mo, nnd occasionally apply
ing his tnpo to thu walls lu an equally
lucomprehmislhlq manner.
In ono plttco ho gathered vory cnio
fully a llttlo pllo of gray dust from tho
ilmir. nmi narked It away lu nn envel
ope Flnnlly ho cuamlnod wllh bin glnss
tho word upon inn wnu, lining over uv
ory lottor of It with tlio most nilniitu
exactness.
This dono. ho nppeared to bo Balls
lied, for ho roplaced his tnpo and his
glass 111 his pocket. '
"Thuy sny thnt nonius Is an Infinite
capacity for taking pains." ho ie
marked, with a smllo. "Its n vory
bad definition, but It docs apply to do
terllvo work." , , ,
Gregson and Lcstrndo hnd watched
tho manoiivers of their amateur com
panion with consldornhlo curiosity nnd
somo contompt. , ,
Thoy evidently failed to appreciate
tho fact, which I had begun to ronllso.
that Sherlock Holmes' smallest actions
woro all dlrocted toward somo dullnltn
and practical end.
"What do you thing ot 11. sin 11107
both ashed,
"It would bo robbing you or tho cred
it of iiin ensn If I was to presume to
help you." romarked my friend, "You
nro doing so woll now thnt It would bo
a pity for any ono to Intel fern." Thoro
was a world of sarcasm In his voleo 1111
ho spoko. "If you will let mu know
how your Investigations go," ho con
tinued, "I shnll bo happy to glvo you
nny help I cnn. In tho monntlnio. I
should llko to speaK 10 tno cousiauin
who found tho body. Can you glvo mo
his 11111110 and nddioss?"
"John Itniice," Ho snld. "tin is on
duty now. You will find him nt a
Audloy Court, Kensington Park Gate."
Holmes took a nolo of tho mldress.
"Como nlong. doctor," ho sum: "wo
hall co and look lilm UP. I'll tell you
ono thing which may help you In tho
caso." ho continued, turning to tlm two
detectives. "Thero bus been murder
done, nnd tho murderer was n man.
IIo wob moro thnn six reel high, was
In tho prlmo of life, had small feet for
his height, woro coarse, square-toed
boots, nnd smoked n Trlchltiopoly
cigar. Ho camo hero with his victim
In n four-wheeled cab. which wns
drawn by n horse with three old shoos
and 0110 now ono on his off foreleg. In
all probability the murdiiror had a llor-
Id race, and tho linger nans or 111s
rlulii hand wero remarkably long.
These nrc only n few Indications, but
thoy may assist you."
Lostrn.lc nn.l Gregson looked nt each
othor with nn Incredulous smile.
'If this man was murdered, how wns
It done?" asked tho former.
'Poison." said Sherlock Holmes.
curtly, nnd strode off. "Ono other
thing, I.ostrnde." ho added, turning
round nt tho door; "'iincne' is 1110
Gorman for 'revenge;' so don t loso
your time looking for Miss Ilnchel."
Wllh which Parthian shot ho walked
away lenvlng mo two rivals open
mouthed behind him.
(To h mminiiM.)
HOW C0NVICT8 PA88 THE TIME
Some Very Artistic Work Done In th Prliom
of America,
It Is nt onco Intonating nnd pathetic,
says tho Philadelphia Itcoonl, to go
through tho cells o( thn isittirn iinl
tentlnry ami to notn tlio objects which,
wllli tedious piilua, tlio prisoners liiivo
mndo to whllo tho timo'nwsy. Hern 11
mutitol will IkiIiiihk with n Ininbioiiuin,
elaborately (ringed, the lino knots and
lulfrato patterns ol Urn tlueudnniinpiir-
lifg with tint work ot tho Kionrli laro
makers. Tho lambrequin Is of an add
blue, and tho vlcltnr Is told Unit It Is
mado of an old alr of prl-vm trousers.
On a little gilt hinclnt Isn unsll stuffed
animal. Tliu bracket, so dnllialulr
turned. Is of ucivMinix-rs pasted togetlior
and gilded, and tbo animal Is a rat,
'might in a homo inauo trap, miffed
with rags and pieces of rlmwing gum,
colored with flie blacking for lis eyes.
A wall If completely covered with a
really artistic decoration of roetls, on
which nro perched nt least "DO birds,
each accurately colored nnd iliawn.
There nro nisi numberless checkqr-
lioards and chessmen that, In tlio deli
cacy of their Inlay work and In tlio In
triency of tholr carving would do honor
to tho craftsmen of tho Orient.
Why lie Wsntcd to Go.
Up nt prlmry school No. I) In Brook.
lyn tlio other dny, onu of tlio boys pro.
runted a iiotu from his mother, asking
to 1 10 allowed to go homo at 2 o'clock.
The teacher looked at him severely.
Pco here," sho laid, "you'vo been
out a great deal lately, and hero you
havo a nolo to go out niinln. Now, wo
can't do things that way. II you aro
coming to (chool I want you to stay
horo. What do you want to go out
for?"
"My mothur wanted mo to go to New
York," repllod tho small Jioy.
"Wouldn't Hal unlay afternoon do
Just as woll?"
"No, ma'am."
"Do you havo to go nt 8 o'clock?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Wouldn't half past 2 do as well?"
"No, ma'am','
"Woll, what do you hnvo to go for
nnyway?"
"PleuHO, ma'am, my cousin's dead."
Tho expression on tho teacher's faco
was wonderful to behold as olio gave tlio
boy tinrmlsslon to go. Now ork riven-
lug Mall.
He Found'Out.
"Wogotqueor mon on our chips
omotlmcs," said Hoar Admiral Hchloy,
nun no was toning stones of his ex.
poriences, "although they are all bravo
nd loyal,"
Thoro uas a landsman on ono of
my ships onco who wus 11 bright fellow",
pparontiy, nmn toog mm oh an order
ly, Ono night I was In my cabin mid
go 0 of wind camo up. I called tho
orderly anil snld 1 'Find cut haw tho
Ipd Is blowing and .report to inn,'
"I ho man wns gono a low minutos.
and then camo in and loported:
Captain, tno wind is blowing r uht
over tlio ship.' "
Mkt Dcqueiti el Their tlrslns.
Tlio Cornell llrnln Association, of
Mch l'rof. Hurt a. Wilder Is hichI.
don!, (ins received moro than 100 m
quests of tho brains of highly educated
people, as a result of thu circulation
of a unique form of "will and toutiw
mont," which by draw up and asked,
thorn to sign.
!