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BY HENRY K. WEBSTER.
ndly-looking, oldish
-oft eyes and a soft
;d -that liad streaks
You would liard
ie could bare seen
“shivering for want
and a hot break-
1 tippet of knitted
Seek, and bis blue
t of bis pockets, with
pity.
he nau~i»een holding bis battered
r at in his hand and asking alms he
would have fared better, but he was
not down to that level. lie was look
ing for a job; no special sort of work—
evidently he had not been in the way
of looking to bis bands for a living
just some vague sort of work, which
be faintly hoped might be of use to
somebody.
There were several thousand men in
the city that winter looking for the
same thing, for any job that would
pay them a dollar and a quarter for
a day's work; and as a good propor¬
tion of them were brawny fellows, who
could lift heavy weights and strike
bard blows, there was evidently but
small chance for this pinched little
man with gray in his hair and beard.
Yet he kept on, from one denial to
another, not so much because there
was any hope left in him as because
the action had become a mechanical
one. Even despair becomes dull in
time. There was no apparent possi¬
bility for work, for example, at Mfc
Niehol & Sons’ Foundry and Machine
Shop; he was neither a inolder nor a
machinist, yet it was the next place
along the street, and he turned in.
i It was a small plant—one disposed
to be critical might have called it a
one-horse affair—but its air of snug
ness, of complete sulf-sufficieney, was
more forbidding than tlie biggest plant
of the most heartless industrial trust.
The elderly man paused with his hand
on the latch to the office door, balf
rninded not to open it. But it was
warm in there, no doubt, and it might
take two or three minutes to get rid of
him. He opened the door and slipped
unobtrusively inside.
It was warm, but that was the only
feature of comfort the office possessed.
The lights of glass in the( windows
were and fitting's small and of dusty, the mosif the jfurniture primitive
were (uaoumpry
description!, and the noise or Vrom
from the floor above and the
other side of the wooden partition was
deafening. There was no ostentatious
veneer about McNieliol & Sons.
At an old-fashioned desk in the light¬
est and most remote corner sat a pow¬
erfully built man in his shirt-sleeves,
a man with small, twinkling eyes and
a sandy beard. Quietly as the door
had opened he had seen it, and at a
glance had taken the newcomer’s
measure.
j “What do you want?” he called.
The applicant’s voice would never
have carried so far above the din. He
made liis way to the side of bis ques¬
tioner’s desk.
“I want employment,”* he said,
simply.
■ “A position or a job?” McXichol de¬
manded. He had not looked up at the
other’s approach. Ilis eyes and a good
half of his attention seemed engaged
With some letters on his desk.
, “Any sort of work; anything!”
’ “Anything means nothing,” the
proprietor commented, trenchantly.
“Haven’t you found that out yet?
Wliat’s your name?”
“White. Alexander II. White.”
“There’s nothing for you in the
oflico. Are you a big, strong man who
could bo worth a dollar a day as a
laborer?”
, ‘Tin stronger than I look.”
MeNichol’s mouth twitched sidewise
in bis beard. “Well, we’ll see about
that,” lie replied. lie shot a glance at
-the occupant of the next desk, who
smiled broadly. Then be turned quick¬
ly back to Mr. White.
“Did you notice a big pile of shells,
iron shells, under the shed in the yard?
I want ’em broken up. If you're mail
enough for the job it’ll keep you busy
for two or three days. Go to the
blacksmith shop and get a sledge.
•They’ll show you where the shells
As, be'Tulghed, McXichol looked up
smiling openly. It was*Suot exactly
the sort of a smile yon might have
expected in the circumstances. It went
ill with the tremulous eagerness of the
other man's gratitude. You have seen
such a smile, perhaps, over a rather
cruel practical joke, and you might al¬
most have supposed it was some such
thing he offered, instead of a benevo¬
lent chance to earn a dollar a day.
In the blacksmjth shop the request
for a sledge seemed to be a familiar
one. A quick look of intelligence
passed between the smith and his
helper. The latter grinned a little,
but tbe older man looked grave.
“Not that sledge, Jim!” lie command¬
ed, sharply. “The light one yonder.
It'll serve as well”—he smiled faintly
himself—“and I guess it’s as heavy
as our friend here is used to swinging.
Look alive now, and show him where
the shells are.”
As they went out he turned back to
his work. “The black-hearted old ras¬
cal!” he murmured.
“Well,” said the helper, when he had
returned to the anvil, “McXichol may
see the joke to that, but I can't say I
do. It was different with tlie chap
we put at it yesterday, a big, two
fisted beggar like him! He banged
away like a good one, and the things
lie said were rich to hear. But this
little old gentleman—he's all scrooehpd
over, tapping away as if he was tryimr
THE ELLUAY TIMES.
to chop kindling with a hatchet. lie
won't last more than ten minutes,"
The shell that Mr. White had begun
upon was, except In point of size, like
all the others, a hollow, cast-iron
sphere about eight inches in diameter,
with one small bole in it; tbe sort of
shell that in the old days was filled
with gunpowder and fired out of a
smooth-bored cannon. It was empty
now, of course, aud bearing its holloa
ring and noticing tbe tbiiinesijr it
you would have expected it fwcniuS
under the impact of tbe sledge like an
egg-shell at a tap of tbe spoon. That,
at least, was what Mr. White expected.
His first gentle taps merely glanced
off the rounded surface. When be
struck harder the shell lazily rolled
away. He tried to hold it with his
foot, and narrowly escaped crushing
that member without damaging the
shell in tbe least. At last be settled it
Into a hole in the pavement that held
it firmly, and struck with all bis might
—still with no effect whatever. Then
he tried one or two others from the
heap. Evidently they were all alike.
■ He might reasonably have quit then,
well within the ten minutes the black¬
smith’s helper had allowed him. lie
had exerted his utmost force, and ap¬
parently if he had had twice as much
it would still he less than enough. But
he kept on striking laboriously, with
the blind patience of despair.
The noon whistle blew, and from
shop and foundry the men straggled
out toward the gate. Some stopped to
look and laugh, some flung out a jocose
comment in passing, many did not
look at all. The spectacle was a fa¬
miliar one to them. Still the elderly
man swung the heavy sledge. When
he stopped there would be nothing to
do but take up again the dreary, hope¬
less search for work.
lie turned about presently at a touch
on the elbow, and saw the smith stand¬
ing beside him.
“It’s no use,” he said. “Eou may as
well quit. I can’t break these shells
myself, aud my big helper can’t, either.
We’ve tried again and again, for fun.
It looks easy, but it can’t be done. If
you could get a crack at them from the
inside you might do
this way. Not in a thoT'”*
Mr. White dropped
"Then why did' h^ w<
he asked.
“Just for a Jatott*’ said | the
“He didn’t really mean to give you a
job at all.” L
Mr. White said nothing. The smith
glanced at him, then looked away
hastily. “You’ll have to hear the
story,” he said, leaning back against
tbe wall.
“You see, up to three years ago Me
Nicliol had never been done. I guess,
so far as be knew, anyway, he’d got
tlie belter of every man and every
trade be ever tackled. But at that time
he bought this lot of empty shells at
a condemnation sale at the arsenal.
He thought he had a bargain, all right.
It was tbe kind of iron he wanted to
melt up in his cupola aud pour for
castiugs, and he got it cheap, I sup¬
pose. So when they were dumped in
the yard here he ordered five or six
men to turn to and break them up.
They have to be broken, you see, be¬
fore they can be put into the cupola.
Well, not a single shell did those six
men break in a whole morning’s work.
They didn’t like to say so to the old
man, so they came to me. I abused
them a little for a lot of weaklings,
and went and tackled it myself. It
took about half an hour to convince
me. Then I went to the old man
myself. I didn’t exactly like the pros¬
pect, but there was nothing else to do.
“ ‘We can’t break those shells,’ said
I. ‘It can’t be done.’
“He wouldn’t believe at first that I
really meant it. When he found that
we’d been banging away all day with¬
out cracking as many as one, he was
so mad his language fairly singed his
red whiskers. Then he took off his
coat.
“ ‘Get me a twenty-four pound
sledge,’ he says. ‘I’ll show you milk¬
sops that it can be done, and t hat I’ ll
fire every man of you.’ He dflHfto
be a blacksmith himself.
“Well, inside of ten minutes be laad
fired four men, not for being milksops,
but because they laughed. I’ve got a
naturally straight face, and that was
all that saved me. I was laughing
away inside fit to hurst. He was'a ter¬
rible hitter, and he was mad icuoush
to have staved in the side of a ( ' battle¬
ship, but he didn't come any/ nearer
cracking any of those shells than we
had. Quarter of an hour of it was all
he could stand. Then he tlniew down
the sledge and marched off to^tbe office
without a word.
“He didn't get over it for a month.
Then a big, husky chap came! out here
looking for a job. McXichol put;him
at this, and when he gave it up,, Me¬
Nichol grinned and felt better. It’s
been his joke ever since, He /never
seems to tire of it.”
The smith might have gone on at
greater length. It was the noon/hour;
he had just regaled himself on two
beefsteak sandwiches, an equilateral
triangle of pie, three doughnuts'and a
cup of coffee. It amused him to dis¬
course about McXichol.
But at this moment his eye fell on
tlie meager, shivering figure before
him, aud ho stopped his narrative ab¬
ruptly.
“Come inside,” he said. “It’s much
too cold to be swapping lies here out¬
side.”
lie led the way to the door of the
diop. Be'ide the door, projecting from
Devoted to the Interest of Ellijay and Gilmer County.
ELLUAY. GA.. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 6. 1906.
anxiety about the cold was lest It
should not last long enough.
Tbe work went slowly, and it was
perhaps an hour after quitting time
when the watchman, who had been
an admiring spectator of the last of
the proceedings, let him out of the
gate. Three hundred and fourteen
shells, in strict military army, their
stomachs most uncomfortably full of
cold water, were left to watch put the
niglit.
They were a sorry spectacle before
morning, a shattered army, collective¬
ly and individually, for ti e cold heal
and their contents changed from wa¬
ter to ice, a quantity of ice their rigid
iron jackets could not militaij* contain No
longer upright, their align¬
with ment sadly disturbed, of they ice i’J about
great weals
through the crevasses in their
The rage of McXichol wl
tbe spectacle transcended S]
was twofold—first, that three winters
had passed without suggesting tbe
simple expedient to him; second, coil that
be had again most egregiously “done.”
Toil cents .ipiece!
“You’re a swindler!” he cried, when
be could get bis tongue round the
words. “I’ll pay you for this trick!’ 1
“Yes” .,aid Mr. White, gently; “thir¬
ty-one dollars and fort j cents.”
“Go to the cashier and get it, and
then get out!” roared McNiehol.
As Mr. While was leaving he had
a casual encounter witi. 'he smith,
who, after a cautious glance about,
clapped Mr. White on tbe shoulder
and allowed himself a grill,
“Across the street,” he said, "and
two blocks down. I told tfu.li 1 fore¬
man about it last ulgbt. 1 key’ll give
you a job, sure. You’ll see their sign
—Barnes & McBurney.”
Aud, to lie sure, when he turned
into the office Under the sign me-*
tioned, he found a man smiling broad¬
ly in Welcome, t
“Yes, we’ve got a place for yoii,” he
said, in answer to the question, “if
you’re the man who got! ahead of
Sandy McXichol.”—Youth's Compau
ion.
COUNTERFEIT BLOSSOMS,
Showy Woo,l t Tlmt
Loaves of and Garden
Masquerade as FDwcrs, in
When the dogwood is bloom in
tbe spring woods that would be A very
unobservant traveler who ijf ilid not know
it; yet it is questionable ^BBUiultitm/e one out of
fifty out t^ieir of people
country
o*| the ticiwerp snowy
real
As a mat
ale no .
all, but merely four in
which during the wint^BP^rffs _ buds. pro¬
tective wrappers to the flower
Tlie real flowers are about the size
of shoe-pegs, of a greenish color and
are bunched several together in a small
cluster in the midst of the four white
leaves, and if noticed at all by the
average wild flower gatherer are mis¬
taken for stamens.
So, too, with the flowers of the pretty
“painted cup,” which whe.i in bicssom
in Slay frequently makes .’hole mead¬
ows rosy with brilliant c.lor. Pluck¬
ing one, we may think weiare looking
at a spike of gorgeous, fume-colored
flowers, while the fact i; that the
striking effect is produced entirely by
numerous reddened leaves iitermingled
with the real flowers, which are as
plain as Cinderella's sisters and prac
ticallly hidden from sight.
Indeed, so fond is Mothe’ Nature of
befooling her unobservant devotees
that she has caused one w’lole family
of plants to be given over to this make
believe habit of flowering. To it be¬
long that favorite little pretclier of the
April woods—Jack-in the oftpil; the
arrow arum that shares middy mar¬
gins of shallow streams; Abe skunk
cabbage, and that artstodut of the
greenhouse, the immaculate Jalla lily.
Of all these the flowers are unrecog¬
nizable in themselves as sneh except
by the initiated, being minute aud
crowded on a fleshy spike which is
more or less closely swathed about
by a funnel-shaped leaf, and this, be¬
ing graceful in shape and pronounced
in color, naturally passes for the flow¬
er itself.
Another gay deceiver is the poin
settia of the hothouse. In this case it
is a circlet of scarlet leaves which
popular estimation rates as ffce flower,
while the poor little real bkjfm clus¬
tered in the midst of these Mibers of
their good name live and unap¬
preciated by all but a selectffe" Rel¬
atives of the poinsett ia arc the wild
spurges of our sandy fields. The flow¬
ers of many of these, inconspicuous
in themselves, are similarly provided
with relatively showy appendages, de¬
ceiving all but students.
Some particularly interesting exam¬
ples of counterfeit flowering art fur¬
nished by the ferns. These graceful
plants never produce genuin" flowers,
but some species develop their spores
in clusters that bear a superficial re¬
semblance to bunches of tiny flowers.
Best known of these are the species
of the genus called by botanists the
osmundas. One of them is popularly
known as the flowering fern and is
common in wet woods and shady
swamps. The mock flowers are borne
in panicles at the summit of the leaves,
and turn gradually in color from a rich
green to brown. In a kindred species
the “flowering” takes place not at
tbe tips, but in the middle of the frond;
while another variety, tbe cinnamon
fern, equally common, sends up from
its root separate fronds devoted ex¬
clusively to spore bearing add resem¬
bling slender spires of wann reddish
brown blossoms. They are to be looked
for in May just before the appearance
of the ordinary green fronds of this
fern. They wither and disappear with¬
in a few weeks.—Philadelphia Record.
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ttle wall, was a water-tap; beneath it
a wooden bucket to catch tbe drip. It
was half-full of ice.
Tbe smith kicked it. “It’s cold in
earnest when things freeze up like
that," he said,
Mr. White drew his breath in a quick
little gasp. Looking at him, the smith
saw his eyes alight with excitement.
“I know how to do it!" he cried, “I
know how to do it!”
He ran back for tbe shell lie bad
hammered so vainly, held it under the
tap, and filled it full of water. Then
carefully he balanced it beside tbe
bucket; so that tbe water could not
run out. "It won’t take long to freeze
on a day like this,” be said.
Tlie smith looked at him for an in¬
stant, speechless. Then be caught him
by the arm and dragged him into tbe
smithy.
“I'm blowed!” be murmured.
“Blowedl” and then bis “naturally
straight face” began to crack up in a
smile, tlie smile widened to a grin, a
deep subterranean chuckle welled up
louder and louder. Until be shook and
bellowed with laughter, “The old
man’ll never get over this!” he man¬
aged to gasp, between spasms. “He’ll
be madder’n when be bought ’em.”
Mr. White, holding his thin hands
over the dull red coals in the forge,
watched him, smiling himself, al¬
though rather tremulously. At last he
moved toward tbe door.
“I think I’d better go back to work
now,” he said.
The smith caught him by the arm.
“Wait!’ he commanded. “I’ll mauage
this thing. You do just as I tell you,”
McXichol bad not long been back
from lunch when the office door
opened, and, uuobtrusive as before
tlie butt of his perennial joke appeared.
“What,” he demanded, with a crude
affectation of surprise, “finished al¬
ready ?”
■ Again Mr, White made his way to
the desk before be replied. “No, sir,”
be said.
“Wliat’s the matter, then? Don’t you
like your job? Do you want something
easy ?”
“No,” said Mr. White, “it isn’t that.”
“Come, now,” McXichol went on,
“how many have you broken so far?
Did you take the trouble to count
them ?”
“There’s tone-”
“One!” roared the employer. “And
at that you’ve tcld me one too many.
I think I’d like to see that one.”
“It isn’t really broken yet,” Mr.
White explaine d “but i t's started,
think. andJBHII^I^^^n^ befor
Ion
Is s
shell?”
“I thought,” said Mr. White, “that
you would pay me, perhaps, by the
piece—so much for each one.”
“A dollar apiece?” jeered McXichol.
“Or would you be content with fifty
cenis?”
“Fifteen cents, perhaps,” said Mr.
White, gently.
His employer shot at him a glance of
quick suspicion, but was as quickly
reassured. The fine sensitiveness in
the man’s face and the tired, worn
lines about his eyes spelled business
incompetence in capital letters.
“It’s worth ten at the very outside.
Suppose you break one a day, how
will you live? Do you look to steal
enough to make up the rest?”
Mr. White did not answer that ques¬
tion in words, but for some reason Mc
Nichol looked down suddenly at his
desk again, dully red about the ears.
“Well,” he blustered, “ten cents
apiece is tlie figure for all you can
break in (be next twenty-four hours.
I can’t have you hanging about here
longer than that.”
“It's a bargain,” said Mr. White.
The phrase was not like him. It
sounded like something he had been
cautioned to say. Also there lurked
something like a twinkle in his tired
eye.
Suspicion kindled again in McNich
cl’s face, and with a heavy frown he
eyed his employe all the way to the
door. If he had not been exceedingly
busy aud a little afraid of making him¬
self ridiculous he would have followed
him in person.
McXichol was, according to his
lights, a good man. In his business
dealings be considered himself immac¬
ulate, and if a literal fidelity to his
spoken or written word is the whole
duty of the business man; he was quite
right about it.
The phrase, “It’s a bargain,” hound
him as absolutely as a contract, signed
and sealed, could have done. He was
committed to pqy Mr. White tea cents
apiece for as many shells as be could
break before to-morrow noon. He dis¬
liked to be committed to anything at
all save after the most mature delib¬
eration. However, be was very busy,
and in a few minutes he had forgotten
all about it.
Mr. White did not go directly back
to work on leaving the office. He had
a quarter in his pocket—an unsecured
loan from the blacksmith—and he took
it to a small eating house near by,
where it was regarded as the equiva¬
lent of a “square meal”—soup, meat,
vegetables aud pie, all complete. It
was a deliciously hot little room, and it
smelled of such comfortable viands as
fried pork chops and cabbage. AYheu
Mr. White came out he looked a new
man.
Thus fortified, he attacked the heap
of shells again, not this time with the
sledge. He was applying the smith's
suggestion to go at them from the in¬
side. One at a time he carried them
to the hydrant, filled them, then ranged
them shoulder to shoulder, carefully
right side up, with military precision,
in ranks of ten and companies of a hun¬
dred—314 spherical iron shells.
It was hard work for him; the larg¬
est of them when full of water were
quite all he could lift, and the cold
added to his difficulties. But he was
unconscious of fatigue, »nd his only
A CLOSE CA LL
FOR ALFONSO
Royal Wedding in Madrid Marred
By Death Dealing Bombs*
SIXTEEN PERSONS KILLED
Mangled Corpses Were Strewn All
Around Carriage in Which Spanish
King and New Queen Rode Unhurt. •
At Madrid, Spain, Thursday at
noon, King Alfonso and Princess Vic¬
toria of Battenburg were married^ in
the Church of San Jeronimo. Justt as
they were pronounced man and wife,
the news was signalled to the wait¬
ing crowds, and all Madrid broke into
frantic demonstrations of joy, while
cannon boomed and church bells
chimed.
Enterihg the foyat coach the king
and qileen o>£ Spain began the return
Journey to the palace amid scenes of
tbe wildest enthusiasm, the throngs
shouting “Long live Queen Victoria!”
Just as they were nearing the end
of the progress to the royal palace,
a bomb narrowly missed ending their
lives.
An Official statomont indicates the
possibility that two bombs were
thrown, one exploding ih the air by
striking a telegraph wire, and the
other falling so close to the royal
carriage that a groom at the head of
the wheel horses was killed, as also
were the wheel horses.
At least sixteen persons were killed
and a large number Wounded. Sus¬
picion points to a Catalonian named
Manuel Duran, as the leader of the
regicidal conspiracy, and he is in
prison awaiting examination.
The following were killed; Captain
Parrcsa, commanding part of the
king's escort; Lieutenant Reysient;
Lieutenant Pendergast; six soldiers;
the Marquise of Colosa; her daugh¬
ter; Doii Antonio Calvo; his niece,
aged six years; Jose Sola; military;
Luis Fonseca; one royal grooifl, who
was leading a horse drawing the
coach carrying the king and queen,
.several oif tlms/3 kille d wore, stand
the bait
palace. The route of the cortege had
been diverted frOffi owing Arsenal street to
Mayor street, to popular de¬
sires. The procession had just pass¬
ed through Mayor street, and was
about to turn into the Esplanade lead¬
ing to tho palace, When an explosion
shook the btiildingi? in the vicin¬
ity, stunning a large number of peo¬
ple and throwing the cortege Into in¬
extricable confusion.
The royal coach was brought to a
sudden stop by the shock, officers and
soldiers of the escort falling to tho
ground about the equerry and horses
that had been killed. The screams of
the terrified multitude mingled with
the groans of the dying. It was im¬
mediately seen that the royal coach
was Intact, except as it had been
damaged by flying splinters. King Al¬
fonso immediately alighted and assist¬
ed Queen Victoria out of the car¬
riage. They then entered another
coach and were driven swiftly to the
palace.
All this happened so quickly that
the people away from the immediate
vicinity Were net aware of the trag¬
edy. Soon, however, there appeared
the empty royal coach with two
horses missing and the other spat¬
tered with blood, several of them
bleeding from wounds. The grooms
and drivers looked deathly pale In the
spangled uniforms. Then came a boy
shouting that a bomb had been
thrown at the king. The appearance
of the kihg and queen in a coach
brought out delirious ovations. The
fact was recognized that the sover¬
eigns had been spared.
In the meantime the scene .of tho
tragedy presented a horrible spectar
cle, with dead men and horses lying
about literally torn to pieces. In¬
tense excitement prevailed, the mob
invading the streets, while the guards
sought to maintain order and block
the approaching streets. The bod¬
ies were wrapped up l* blankets and
removed on litters, while the wound¬
ed were taken to hospitals in ambu¬
lances. The pavement was covered
with blood and the upper stories of
the buildings nearest were spattered
with it.
The place from which the bomb
was thrown is a boarding house.
The tragic event and the narrow
margin by which King Alfonso and
the new queen escaped death has
caused the brilliancy of the royal wed¬
ding to be temporally forgotten, al¬
though it was to have inaugurated a
period of unprecedented festivities.
STILL ANOIHLR SOP TOR BRYAN.
More Democrats in Ohio Indorse Nebras¬
kan for President.
At a meeting at Marion, Ohio, on
Thursday, William Jennings Bryan
was formally indorsed for the pres¬
idency in 19D8 by tbe democrats of
the second subdivision of the tenth
judicial district, consisting of Marion,
Crawford and Wyandotte counties.
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CAPTAIN AND MATRON BOUNCED.
Resu’t of Scandatou*) Doings In the Atlanta
Police Dep< rtmmt.
After aa xec!|U^^sessior session of al
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force of both Cajftain i. B. M«SS _ aftd
Police Matron Mary Bohnefeld.'
Captain Moon was found not guilty
cif all tho charges end specifications
made against him with tho exception
of the last. It was moved that “Cap¬
tain Z. B. Moon be found guilty of
conduct unbecoming an officer and
iuombor of the force in causing tho
publication in the Atlanta Constitu¬
tion of April 26, 1906, the article
complained of in the pending charges
against him.” This motion was unan¬
imously adopted and Captain- Moon
was ordered dismissed fron^» the
force.
Mrs. Bohnefeld was found not guilty
of all the Charges and specifications
filed against her With the exception
of a portion of specification liUmbor
x. She was found guilty of using
improper language on several occa¬
sions and a motion was made dis¬
missing her from the force, which
was unanimously adopted.
The decision of the Commissioners
concluded one of the longest and
most tedious trials in the history of
the Atlanta police force. The first
charge was made by Mrs. Bohnefeld,
alleging that Captain Moon had been
too familiar with certain women in
her department. She specified cer¬
tain alleged acts of misconduct.
Captain Moon replied to Mrs. Boh
nefeld's charges with counter charges
in which he alleged a number of
things too salacious to print. Among
other things, ho charged the matron
with arranging for certain of her
wards to go to improper places, and
with using language of a most im¬
proper character. ■ The matron was
exonerated of al j. the allegations
which were mac??’ against her with
tho exception of the^ charge that ^he
had used improper language on cer¬
tain occasions.
RUSS MARINES READY TO RIV3LT.
Two Thousand arc Confined in Naval Bar*
recks at Sebastopol.
Two thousand blue jackets, suspect¬
ed of disaffection, are confined in the
naval barracks at Sebastopol, Russia.
The garrison there is also distrusted
and will be replaced by troops from
elsewhere. The arsenal and all the
official buildings and residences are
doubly guarded.
Three of those who were wounded
at Sebastopol, May 7, by the explo¬
sion cf bombs succumbed
making a total of twelve deaths.
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REVOLT WAS CUT SHORT.
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President of Guatei Announces Decisive
Defeat
The following was
ceived in Pan^jja Tuesday:
“Guatemala,’Mgf, 3^-9: Id a. m.—
Revolution starm.L hnt already crush¬
ed. ESTnpR CABRERA.”
Senor Cabrera Is the tb president of
Guatemala.
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AN IMMIGRATION CONViNTION
Is Planned at Meeting of Chamber of Com¬
merce in Savannah.
It was determined at a meeting of
the Savannah, Ga., chamber of com¬
merce Thursday afternoon to hold
an immigration convention in Savan
nail about June 15. Many speeches
were made, showing the great scarc¬
ity of labor for farms, railroads, saw
mills and turpentine enterprises.
CONGRESSMAN COMMITTS SlICIDF.
Robert Adams of Pennsylvania Takes His
Own Life in Washington.
Representative Robert Adams of
the second congressional district of
Pennsylvania is dead at the Emm g
ency hospital in Washington, as tho
result of a pistol shot fired througn
his mouth into his head with suicidal
intent.
He left a note for Speaker Cannon
giving financial reasons for his act.