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ivyaifififiwfia’1w‘w’VV +w~ww""§%¥w% figfifgfifiEflfizfifi H "3 ggwm‘wwmgg walkwafi “wag; a a»? £515; ' P 1% W , we «5 “3%; “(4 #5?” fififi gwééfi L. ism g” 'nv. ‘Freeze -Out « . .« 1 $jf§ss . 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. Indiana's factories numbered 7912 in 1005. /ft; 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. tbl* Institution, 1» t by a staff of eminent tbel Our succes# In mel eed; we nsebotb troequi Our offices raf ies, X-ray, tlolet known C contrlrnnoe modern in every rd trained ‘ and ‘ efflot Mem ami licensed ebiploy physiol! al Wo bo OJ patronage—no 0. by this instutlon. to f 10.00 per month anco of a cure with N. K. KING/M D. CftVontc Dl Cm«e* Consulting Physician. Unnatural Dlaoharf* us to-day regarding your condition! v V IS rend yon *ur literature, including si . 93. .i KING m . CONSULTATION, MEBIMLBO.. KX AMIN ATI] WJMCi “NUI BLACK PO| The “Nublack' good in construct] primed with a quil good because cq loaded with the and shot. It is and other ^wers oil account oKts uni| of pattern, and reloading. ■ f A trial I ALL DEALEl CAPTAIN AND MATRON BOUNCED. Resu’t of Scandatou*) Doings In the Atlanta Police Dep< rtmmt. After aa xec!|U^^sessior session of al board _ ~ /dlt. 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. -- REVOLT WAS CUT SHORT. —-- 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. l l I j | 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.