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2JJMES WEEK VOL. 44. PROFESSOR DETRIOS MORAINE, “TALES OF TEN TRAVELERS”* SERIES. As t», . /Sw * R L. WAKEMAN. —•—._ . .. L Copyright. l‘»4. Wo had been discussing our various ex periences in mountainous regions, when ■we noticed that the face of one of our number was wreathed in a reminiscential •mile. 80 familiar had we all become with each other’s moods, that it was but a moment before a placid wave of silence stole softly in upon the choppy surf of discursive chatter; and, settling our selves comfortably in our various places, we listened to the Chronic Traveler’s pleasant tale. • ________ More than a casual glance would have been required to make sure whether he was an old young man or a.young old man, as he dismounted from his carriole and entered the common room of the little inn or station of Ormeim, standing just above the picturesque Vaermofos waterfall, near the head of the wild and wondrous Romsdal, in Norway. His step was light enough, and a cer tain nervous eagerness in his manner sug gested youthfulness. On the other hand, his shoulders were rounded, his chin ex tended outward curiously and his hands and face had a marked physical habit of unconscious proximity in moments of ab straction which betokened advancing years. Though his clothing was of fine texture, it fitted him illy. His double-visored traveling cap almost touched his noso before and his shoulders behind, giving bis head, which was unusually large and set upon a slender neck, the grotesque ap pearance, in profile,of a huge beak; while the half obscured glasses upon his nose aided in intensifying the ffiomentary seem ing that his bright, deep-set eyes were those of a very cunning bird. Added to these peculiarities was that of a face spare in flesh aud strongly molded. It was of a singular grayish tint and without trace of moustasche or beard. Even the scalp in front of and above his large, outstanding ears was oare and gray, and only a few unevenly trimmed strands of hair, of an ochreish ashen color, floated tremulously above his wrinkled collar behind. He went straight to the dagbok, or daybook—that curious receptacle at all Norwegian posting stations of tourist's names, complaints, flippant observations and occasionally witty sayings— svrote with a jerky movement and, without re mark to landlord or servant, plumped himself into a chair, crossed one leg upon the other and his two upturned palms, , and sat thus for a little time nervously ; swinging his bony limb, while looking i through the open door but upon the frozen i , bights of tb« pathless Mi'itfjeiu which , lies to the east of ormolui. ’ “Odd character that.’’ whispered my i companion, a genial English litcrator, | whose acquaintance 1 had made at Molde and with whom, though it was late in the season, 1 was now leisurely traveling • through Norway. We had formed a habit sf studying pass ing tourists and endeavoring to place them in the social or professional cate gory before their identity was revealed. Sometimes we added zest to the idle pro ceeding by a trifling wager. “What is he?” I returned cautiously; “principal of a female seminary, an old bachelor broken loose from a ‘personally conducted’ party of tourists, or a miser astonished at finding himself giving up a little of his hoard in travel?” “Neither. I’ll lay ybu twenty kroner even, he is some scientist wearing himself to skin and bone over an undemonstrated theory.” “Done; if you’ll name either his profes sion or theory." My friend made excuse to walk around the newcomer a few times as if the im patient exercise so common in the long waits for ponies and carts at these Nor wegian mountain stations, and after re garding him closely returned with the quiet remark: “Geologist or glacial action crank, sure. Why, if that man could command the physical power to do so, he would have every mountain and field in Norway over turned and standing on its head for in spection before morning!” “I sauntered to the day-book and saw he had Witten in it simply the words: “Detrius Moraine.” “Oh, yes, of course;” insisted my friend when 1 had announced this discovery. ‘Prof. Detrius Moraine;’ and if you had it all, it would be Prof. Detrius Moraine, F. R. A. S.. F. C. S., F. R. G. S., etc. etc.’ Indeed you would find him a sort of an all around ‘fellow’ who belongs to every as sociation and society on earth for poking, prodding and penetrating earth, sea and air for the secrets of the immutable, and especially to wrangle with every other ‘fellow’ who has poked, prodded, pene trated and published before him.” “All right,” I answered cheerily. “We’ll get acquainted with him and worry him at supper.” While I was saying this, the professor squirmed around suddenly in his chair and began speaking fluently in Norwegian to the stocky and stolid herbergerer or innkeeper. “How far is it to the top of the Midtf jeld?'’ he asked, snappishly. “Maybe twenty English miles.” “Can I get up there the first thing in the morning?” Here the innkeeper blew off a great whistle of surprise at his impetuous guest's ignorance. “In three days, if you climb well;” he finally answered, looking suspiciously at his guest's thin limbs. “Confound Norway, anyhow!" retorted the professor, springing to his teet and walking impatiently back and forth through the little room. “Why confound Norway anyhow!” re torted the landlord with some spirit. “If the fields and mountains were not here, you would not come;” which burst of pon derous logic so pleased its author that ho triumphantly resumed whittling upon some out-landish pine ornament for the front of his roadside inn. “Are there huts, cabins, shelter or hu man beings on the field?” demanded the professor anxiously. “No. Below' thorn a few miles are the Meters only.” "For the Lord’s sake what are saeters* I I—l can’t fix the etymology of the word.’’ “Saeters are saeters, in Norway,” was the sententious reply. “Men, women, anybody in them?” “Just the saeter girls.” “In heaven’s name, what do saeter girls do?” “They go there with the hards in the summer, care for the milk, make the but ter and cheese, and come back to the val leys when the winter sets in. Some have already comedown, sir.” to e chin News. i THE MORNING NEWS. I < Established iB6O. Incorporated 1888. I I J. H. ESTILL, President. f “No fathers or mothers or brothers . with them?” “What for?” replied the landlord, look ing up scornfully from his whittling. “They are needed to gather the grass and at the work in the fields at home.” “Do you mean to tell me that young women—mere girls—remain up there in that barren wilderness all summer alone?” “That is right, sir. They wish to go. Lars’ sister, who has been in some foreign country for years, and has become a great scholar, came back here this summer, sir, and is in the furthest saeter on the fjeld, only for love of the old saeter life.” “And who is Lars, pray?” ‘ ‘The skydsgut (post-boy) that brought you, sir.” “Why, I must be a week or two on the fjeldsl Where am Ito sleep? I can’t take your inn with me!” “On the snow, or in the saeter, sir.” “In the saeter!” “Yes; the saeter girl will make a bed for you beside her own.” “Beside her own!” “Why not? Is that less comfortable than the ice and the snow?” Prof. Detrius Moraine did not reply, but we saw that he had been shocked. Abstract science usually takes no ac count of the amenities of life; but here was a scientist—if he was a scientist— who actually recoiled from one of the most innocent customs of the country. “I think you would win as to his being an old bachelor,” said my friend thought fully. Perhaps I lose as to his vocation. I am rather afraid so, for a genuine hide bound scientist would sleep without a murmur in a pig-sty in order to elucidate a pet theory.” The professor took a turn about the storhaus and stables and finally came back to the imperturbable landlord. “You can furnish me a guide and a man or two who could build me a tem porary shelter on the f jeld, and cook my food for a few days?” “There are no men at Ormeim.” “Can I not even have a guide?” “Not unless Lars will go.” “And Lars will bring me to his sister and leave me in the saeter, as you call it, alone with her.” “So it will be.” “Bah!” he exclaimed, relapsing into English. “This is infamous!” The innkeeper could understand enough from his inflection and gesture to realize that an objurgation had been uttered, and he resented it in his sullen reply: “We cannot change our country or our people for every one who passes by. You i deserve no guide from Ormeim; or, you ; should be let go to perish in the autumn I tempests!” I “Tut, tut? No offence; no offence!” i rdtdraed the professor, scorning at last to realize that his cherished project was at I the mercy of his own behavior, in a land where flunkeyism is unknown, where little profit is expected, and where all service to strangers is given by favor rather than by command. “The truth is, landlord,” he continued in a Conciliatory and almost confidential manner, “I am a student of—of—things. I’d rather meet the devil than a woman, when I am at work. Indeed quite so at any time. Blab, gab, poke, pother, fuss, muss, litter, titter! Why, it drives me mad!” The landlord with staring eyes sympa thetically pressed his own head with his hand, and nodded as though he believed him literally. “I’ve seen nothing but women, women, women in Norway : and it’s unstrung me. It worried me to think of going up there and being shut up with a woman for two weeks—!” “It will bounder the avalanche if for so long!” interrupted the landlord. “Shut up with a woman for two weeks,” continued theprofessor, scientist like paying no attention whatever to the simplest and most important facts con fronting him, “with her flutter and put ter and her eyeing and prying. Lord ! I come all this distance to work out—to work out —I” “The saeter girl will hate you just as sufficiently;” broke in the landlord stoutly. This was a new view of an old theory to Prof. Detrius Moraine. He seemed at first to relish it: but it piqued him, too He removed his glasses, burnished them furiously with his handkerchief, glared at myself and companion, who endeav ored to appear innocently unconscious of his vexations, aud finally exclaimed rather curtly: “Umph! Where's Lars?” At the landlord’s sturdy call of “Lars 1 Lars!” a noisy shuffling afid grunting mingled with cheery cries of “Feg kom mer!”(lam coming!) were heard from the vicinity of the stables; and presently a typical Norwegian skydsgut or post boy bounded up the steps and into the inn. He was one of the jolliest and merriest of his class we had seen in all Norway tow-headed, big-eyed, open mouthed, and rippling aud running over with a gurgling and boundless good nature. “By Jupitor!” exclaimed my friend en thusiastically, “if Lars’ sister is as hand some as Lars, that old glacier will so melt inside of two weeks’ time that the w’hole Midtfjeld will come tumbling into the Romsdal with a commotion which will be remembered!” The landlord placed his big hand on Lars’ shaggy head and said with a touch of fondness: “He is but 16.' He is strong as the ox He has kindly ways.” And other laud atory things as best he might, betokening that young Lars possessed a Mark TapleV sort of philosophy for all unpleasant emergencies and a ready backdoor out of every exasperating difficulty. “Besides,” concluded the innkeeper gravely. “Lars is a widow’s son ■ and widows' children are the best and bravest of the young, in Norway!” “Amen!” said the professor solemnly and we liked him none the less for the heartiness of his response. But here our curiosity was both piqued and bathed by the disappearance of the three, after a whispered consultation be tween the landlord aud the professor, who meantime gave several well-defined head jerkings toward us. withih a private room On emerging from this an hour later, the landlord was swelling with impor- I tance; the professor wore as contented a face as it seemed possible for him to wear I and there was a look of eager expectancy in the eyes of young Lars, whom we pri vately plied with questions without avail Our last recourse was to draw the pro fessor out at supper. This would be an easy task, we thought, as we were alone with him at table. Our wager must be definitely- decided; and, besides, we were becoming more deeply interested in the personality of the supposititious scientist, in young Lars, who had certainly been engaged as his guide, and in this wondrous scholar sister, about whom we built all manner of pretty romances among her olden loved mountain saeter scenes. To every fair inquiry of the road the professor politely responded. We gave him our names aud vocations, which he received with conciliatory “A-a-ahs?” We descanted upon the scenery, the curiosities of Norwegian travel, the pe culiar customs of the country, and even endeavored to awaken responsive confi dences through railing at the plenitude of women in Norway. But the professor, with his “Ahs!” “Exactlys!” “Quite sos!” and the like, merely munched his food and blandly permitted us to interest each other as best wo might. At last my friend, with a sly wink, set out upon an audacious venture. “My chief disappointment in visiting Norway.” he gravely began, “has been in failing to discover multitudinous evi dences of glacial striations!” The professor here nearly upset his bowl of groed in his excitement of indig nation. “Bgh! Tut, tut! Nonsense! An ab surd statement from an apparently intel ligent traveler. Why, they are every where. Thick as the leaves. Mark every rock at each valley side. You must be dreaming, sir. Bah!” My friend merely opened his eyes as if in polite inquiry for definite rebuttal of his observation and calmly proceeded. “I am also satisfied, from most pains taking investigations—and this has been a source of. perturbed anxiety to me in Norway!—that the so-called ‘true glacier’ is, as a body, quiescent; that it does not itself move; that only detached portions of the parent accumulation ” Here Prof. Detrius Moraine wrung his lips with his napkin as if in a very agony of impatience, tossed it from him with snapping fingers, and brought his fist down upon the table with so resounding a whack that the dishes danced jigs and galops of the liveliest description. “That only detached portions of the parent accumulation ” “The detached portion of the parent accumulation represented in any person who will give utterance to such idiocies, sir, is either a scelestic ruffian or an illimitable ass, sir! There’s my card, sir. I shall be here until morning, sir. Oh, Lord! what stupefaction of ignorance! Bah!” With this the doughty professor stormed out of the room, slamming the door viciopsly behind him; and my inge nious friend, after deciphering the card and handing it to me for inspection with, “Twenty kroners, please!” broke into as hearty laughing as ever rang through the droning passages of a stuffy Norwegian inn, in which I hilariously joined, well re paid in the result of the petty investment. We fully resolved to present our hum blest apologies in the morning and en deavor to secure the professor’s toler ance if pot his friendship and esteem; but we • were informed by the iukeeper that the brave knight of science had paced his room until after midnight “awaiting some message from the two dolts he had met at supper,’land, disappointed in this, had snatched a xc.v hours of rest, and de parted long before we had arisen for the dreary Midtfjeld with happy-hearted Lars. In relating this, the weather-wise landr lord shrugged his shoulders aud shook his head forebodinglj’. Then, glancing at the frozen wastes of the Midtfjeld, he said gloomily: “Lars will come back. His sister. Han sine, will return. All thesaeter-girlsand the herds will descend in good time to the valleys. But the mountain storms are making eagerly; and if we see that for haerdet (obdurate) man again, I fear the folk of Romsdal will have to dig him out from under the Midtfjeld snows!” It was this remark which determined our remaining in and about Ormeim until we had set eyes on the fair Hansine and could surely know that Prof. Detrius Moraine haa turned his back upon the dangerous fjelds of Norway. It is no easy task to climb to these Nor wegian saeters. Some are from twenty to sixty miles from the valley hamlets and farms. That of Klippe-hul, or Crag-hol low, which Larsand the Professor sought, was perhaps no more |.han twelve miles distant from the Romsdal highway, but certainly more than twice that distance by the circuitous and tortuous way. The path was plain enough to Lars, as to all those Norwegian Alpine climbers, and to the wise ponies utilized to carry supplies to the saeters and bring back again their pack-loads of butter and cheese; but a stranger to these mighty ravines and crags would have been irre trievably lost after a half day’s wan dering. They encountered many of the pictur esque processions of cattle, sheep, goats, ponies laden with huge packs with pots and kettles swaying melodiously beside them, grave mountaineers carrying enor mous burdens while smoking their com forting pipes and lissome saeter girls in their bright bodices, white caps and short skirts, each bearing upon her shoulders a yoke, from which depended baskets, clothing and all manner of saeter para phernalia, and each cavalcade preceded by the farmer owner, blowing unearthly blasts from his lur, or birch bark trum pet; and these reminders of the derser tion of the mountains of their summer occupants urged Lars and the professor forward at renewed speed. As it was, they were obliged to pass a night beside a lonely tarn, shut in by black forbidding walls,, with snow-clad peaks for the only outlook beyond. Here Lars' genius for surmounting dif ficulties was aptly illustrated. During the last two hours’ ascent, Lars had gathered here and there every dead branch of wood that came in sight, as well as bunches of juniper branches. With his tolkniy or belt knife which every Norwegian peasant carries, and some bits of strong cord possessed by every Nor wegian post-boy for mending broken har ness, he had arranged these in compact bunches, bestowing them on his head, shoulders and body, until he was com pletely hidden from sight. With the dry wood he built a cheerful fire. The juniper branches provided their hed, which was laid in a snug angle of a projecting rock. A traveling rug and a stout carriole blanket formed their cover ing, and there beneath the glittering stars they slept as only mountain climoers may. The next morning their ascent was re sumed through hollows, over ridges where ice and snow lay concealed beneath thin layers of black sediment ana slime, around soundless tarns still and dark as the walls enclosing them, past copses of stunted fir, through nature tunnels as dark as Eblis’ depths, until, late in the afternoon they came to the lonely saeter of Klippe-hul, truly a lonely hollow be tween the crags. From a distance nothing could be dis tinguished but a low. wide hut at the side of a pockety ravine, through which a narrow torrent poured; the whole shut in from Romsdal way by black and tooth like crags, and on the other, by broken rocks, here and there splatched by already browning bits of verdure, above SAVANNAH, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1894. which lay the eternal snow upon its measureless pedestal of glittering ice. At first no human being was in sight about the saeter; but shortly a flaxen haired maiden of splendid figure stood be side the but door. Shading ter eyes with her rouna bare arm, she gazed long and earnestly at the advancing couple. Lars gurgled mightily at this, made won derful gestures and cried out ecstatic ally: “Hansine! Hansine!” Suddenly the girl rushed at them in a sort of bounding gallop, and, seizing the post boy guide, hugged him wildly, wrestled with him, turned him round and about and again hugging him, while tears of joy flowed down her winsome face, poured torrents of endearing questions and ejaculations upon him; while the pro fessor, not without a trace of wonder and admiration in his keen little eyes, stood impatiently by. Then came the wondrous hospitality of these mountain eeries. The cows might come or stay in their mountain fast nessess, until the new comers were given their bowls of milk and drink and drink again they must; water for washing; some curious old half-wooden shoes to replace their heavy boots; and such an aftensinad or supper as was never before piled before Prof. Detrius Moraine; groed or stirabout enough for the saeter’s pigs; cream by the quart; butter by the stone weight; milk by the gallon; coffee and black bread and bacon m alarming measure; while they w’ere ceaselessly plied with importunate com mands to eat and never stop eating and beset with mournful reproofs, after the kindly Norwegian fashion, because they could not eat it all. But Prof. Moraine had not come to the Midtfjeld for either dalliance or food. The gentle modulation of welcoming tones, the amplitude of hospitality, even the tenderness of affection between Lars and Hansine, could not for a moment hold back his impatient footsteps. Out upon the mountain valley he coursed like some happy animal freed from winter restraint. Here and there he sped from valley side to side, then back up the tortuous stream, thence along the frozen face of the field, now and then rubbing his hands gleefully or toss ing his large head rollickingly, until he finally disappeared up the frozen banks into the pathless space beyond. The cows had come home, were milked, and were huddling sleepily beneath the shed behind the cabin before Lars rfnd Hasine, in their loving concourse, had noticed the professor’s absence. Then they sped to the point where they had last seen him bounding over the banks of snow. At last they found him just at the edge of what seemed a great ice-wave held back by a few projecting, black and pinnacled rocks. Here he was seen pac ing back and forth as if calculating meas urements. Soon they saw him begin hacking the ice with a piece of jagged rock. He worked furiously in the long an<T linger ing twilight like some Artic gnome or frost-sprite delving for buried treasure. When they came softly to his side he scarcely noticed them. Finally he placed the splintered rock like a rude stone monument above the center of the little orifice he had effected'"and laughed glee fully, ‘ •- “Ha, ha, ha!” The strangeness of the sight caused Lars and Hansine to respond with, “Ha, ha, ha.” The professor looked up with a changed countenance and a pitying glance. “Ah, poor ignorant children!” he sighed commlseratingly. “You can never under stand the pleasure I experience in at last beginning my great experiment to prove to the scientific world, beyond cavil, the correctness of my theory of the viscosity of glacier ice!” Lars and Hansine in turn now looked upon Prof. Detrius Moraine with pitying commiseration, and gently led. him to his couch, with Lars beside that of beautiful Hansine, just as the sturdy herbergerer of the little inn at Ormeim said it would surely be. Lars should have set out on his return to Ormeim the next morning, but the pro fessor’s impetuous earnestness kept him. Scarcely without their ‘ knowing how, certainly without their knowing why, the brother and sister found themselves with their strange companion working valor ously upon a tunnel into the heart of tile ice mountain. The professor labored heroically with them. In the one day the three had dug a horizontal excavation, something like a miner’s diminutive drift, wide and high enough for scant passage and nearly forty feet in length, the entrance to which the professor carefully covered with skins and blankets. Lars’ departure the next morning and Lansine’s frequent references to the near abandonment of the saeter, only nerved the professor to greater exertions; and his boundless enthusiasm seemed like wine to Hansine. Unquestioning she worked beside him for two days more, caroling her strange mountain airs, while they toiled or rested together. Her splendid energy, her winsome face, her grandly developed figure, her unerr ing stroke as she swung the stout ice-ax, with numbers of which every saeter is provided, and her gladsome eagerness in her blind obedience to the professor's slightest command, must have wrought upon the scientist strangely. For, when at last they had fash ioned a little chamber fully eight feet square and as high as their‘axes could reach, had removed all the chipping and debris, and had brought in a little bench from the saeter upon which hejcould sit, wrapped in skins and blankets, to make his curious observations, the strange old woman-hater that he was drew the glow ing girl beside him. and, caressing her abstractedly as he would have petted a faithiul horse or dog, said with radiant elation: “Ah, Hansine, Hansine! I shall achieve victory here through your grand and no ble aid. If you could always be with me. what could I not accomplish?” And yet Prof. Detrius Moraine meant nothing by this; nothing more than he would have meant to faithful horse or dog; and it was nothing more than audi ble thought of gladness for grateful force ful aid which had overcome resisting other force that lay in the way of his ob servations and experiment. But this one saying had instantly stilled the songs of pretty Hansine. Thenceforth she went mutely about her tasKs at the hut. She watched her com panion for meaning in slightest gesture or look. She quietly warned him that he must make haste in his strange task, and went on silently and suddenly preparing for the coming of the farmer? his helpers and the ponies for the flasks, thekees, the bundles and the herds. She even moved her couch from the common room to the dairy, and slept beside the piles of cheese and the cavernous cauldrofis there. All unnoticing, the professor grew in cheeriness as Hansine became despondent. He prattled and glowed and worked un ceasingly. Night after night, on his re turn to the saeter, he sat and wrote and figured and calculated and muttered be side his sputtering candle; and then read pages of his scientific thunderings upon “the viscosity of glacial ice” to Hansine, who listened wordless and motionless in the far shadows of the room, and, when he was done, whispered a tremulous “God nat!” (Good night) and then in silence stole away. One graying morning Hansine came stoutly in front of the professor and urged him to remain at the saeter. “They will be here at once, I am sure;” she pleadingly said. “All is in readiness to go. If we stay behind but one day, we may never reach Ormeim!” But he put her aside as he would have done a foolish child, and petulantly went his way to the ice cavern and his tasks. She stood at the hut door until she had seen him disappear behind the frowning rocks. Then she wrung her hands pite ously and looked shudderingly at the close, dark sky. She had scarcely re entered the cabin doofi, when the farmer with his pack-ponies and helpers had come. “You are ill, Hansine,” they said. "We will do the work. Get the student fool and follow quickly; for the first wild storms are even now upon us.” She ran fleetly to the fjeld and burst into the ice cavern, calling loudly: “Come! Qome! They are here. Do you not know that dreadful storms are coming? Can yon not believe Hansine?” But Prof. Detrius Moraine was surely science-mad in his glittering cell. “Tell them.” he distractedly Returned as he came to the entrance, “to remain for but two days; for but one. I will pay them well: whatever they may wish. They must w’ait. Hansine! For all Nor way I cannot sooner leave this place.” “See, see the sky!” she pleaded. “Look, look!” Here she raised her upturned palm and clutched at flakes fine and hard as needle-points which her weather-wise eyes alone could see. “Can you not hear the moaning of the winds creeping sterlthily like wild beasts into the gorges?” “One more day, Hansine!—one more day. I must, I will, have it! Tell the good people so!” ne said almost fiercely, tearing himself from her, but not with out a struggle, and hastening back to his ice chamber and his work. “Dear God! Is so great a mind gone mad!” she cried, reeling back despair ingly from the cavern entrance. What perturbed moments this innocent girl had known within the dread silences of her soul in the week that had gone; what immeasurable agonies now swept into her frenzied heart; what hights of dauntless heroism her nature in an in stant reached, might never be fully re vealed. This much had outward expres sion. She looked again at the sky as at a deadly foe. She peered over the rocks to her departing friends, and heard the tingling bells of the ponies and the herds already fading to musical whispers far down the craggy hights. She turned,and stealthily placed a little package of food she had brought within the cavern en trance. She swung back the skins and blankets before it with the trembling touch of one replacing a pall upon their best loved dead. Then, with a parting glance of unutterable tenderness, she left the spot, reeled down the rocks and across the valley to the open cabin door as one struck with mortal hurt; and then fell unconscious upon the earthen floor of the deserted Craghollqw saeter hut. When our rescuing party, which num bered half the folk of the Romsdal, the sturdy innkeeper of Ormeim, all-but frantic Lars, my ingenious« companion and myself, bad reached the saeter of Klippe-hul, the flinty snow lay almost even across the valley from crag to crag. But a single black spot was anywhere visible upon the blinding reach of white. A mad race was instantly made for this. It proved to be the wide chimney-top of the sought-for saeter hut. To the Nor wegians’ practiced eyes it showed where the heroic girl had made her exit from her imprisonment for a rescue of her own. It was easy to follow the tracks of her sooty snow-shoes across the level snow. A mile or so higher up the field, Lars es pied the black, pinnacled crag-point be side what we all felt sure must be the ice’ tomb of Prof. Detrius Moraine. We pressed forward and a ringing cheer speedily went up from the fleetest in ad vance. Pell-mell we came headlong into a deep excavation; and here stood the brave Hansine, toiling fiercely at her mighty task; excitedly beating back those who would relieve her with cries of: “I have heard his answering knockings! It shall be Hansine who brings him forth to life!” And so it was. With a final crash the snow wall fell, carrying down the cur taining blankets and vhe skins—as Han sine sprang wildly into the professor’s outstretched arms’. "Bless me! Bless me!” exclaimed the professor, beaming radiantly upon us all. “Precisely in the nick of time I I had just finished my work ; and the prospect of further confinement was really be coming somewhat irksome. If some of you good people—will-ah—support this dear young person for a moment, until I can gather up my trifling odds and ends, we will go back to Ormeim together; and if—if there are no insuperable objec tions—” here he looked around upon the astonished rescuers with bland and gen tle inquiry— “I —I think I can engage to support her happily during the remainder of her natural life!” HEE REMAINS RECOVERED. The Body of Mrs. Tye Found After an All Night Search. Atlanta, Ga., Sept. 18.—The body of Mrs. Drew Tye, who was drowned while attempting to cross a swollen creek in the western suburbs of the city in her buggy late yesterday afternoon, was recovered about 7 o’clock this morning, after an all night search. The body had been washed two miles down the stream, and was cov ered almost over with sand and debris. The buggy in which she was driving, when she met her death, was found near the same place. Reports of considerable damage from last nignt’s heavy rains have come in to day. Tfle rainfall from 5 until 12 o’clock was 4.70 inches, the heaviest on record for that length of time in this section. The damage done is mostly in the nature of washouts. All the railroads entering the city had washouts of a more or less troublesome extent, one of the Cen tral’s tracks near East Point being ren dered useless until this afternoon. The street railways have also bad their track gangs out in force to-day repairing dam ages. A trestle on the Consolidated com pany’s line, near Edgewood, was entirely swept away. A main sewer on Baker street was bursted and heavy damage done to the old waterworks station, the filtering house being partly swept away and the engine house considerably damaged by the big dam overflowing. At one time it was feared that the dam would break. Had it given away there would have been a good many lives lost by the flood in the valley below. Two negroes working on a dairy farm near Decatur are reportea to have been drowned in a creek while attempting to cross in a wagon. i Besides the damage to tracks the power j house of the traction company was flooded, and to-day that line is tied up. ; One side of the building, which is a frame 1 structure, was washed out. DESPERADOESOUTWITTED. A Bo d Train Robbery Taken in the Nick of Time. A Train-load of Detectives Armed With Winchesters, Loaded With Buckshot, Meet the Bobbers as They Stsp Up to the Engine—A Conductor Believed of sl9 Two Bobbers Caught Near Memphis. Gorin, Mo., Sept. 18, —The Colorado and Utah express, west bound on the Santa Fe road, was held up by robbers at 8:20 o’clock a. m. to-day near Gorin. The plot to rob the express was formed three weeks ago and for two weeks the railroad people have had a spy in the robbers’ camp, who has kept the company in formed of the intended movements of the robbers. Two previous dates were fixed for the event, but heavy rain on the appointed days postponed it because of the ease with which horses could be tracked in the soft ground. Another date was set for to-day and conditions being favorable the attempt was made. The railroads as usu abhad twenty-four hour’s not ice and the train was well loaded with men armed with short Winchester rifles. The infor mation of the spy was accurate, and at the appointed place, one mile west of Gorin, a railroad torpedo exploded under the wheels, a red light Sashed ahead and the train stopped. Imme diately four masked men came from the brush, one rushed to the engine, ordered the engineer to hold up his hands and fired at him with a Winchester at the same mo ment. The engineer fell wounded, and a detective on the tender fired a loardof buckshot into the robber’s face before he had time to change his position. He got away for the time, but was caught later, and will probably die of his wounds. A FUSILLADE AT THE GANG. The firing at the engine brought a fu sillade from the armed' men concealed on the express, baggage and smoking cars, which was returned with a few shots from the robbers, who then made off as quickly as they could, cutting the hitch ing straps of the horses in their haste. One horse was killed by the detectives, but all of the robbers escaped for the time. All of the parties to the plot are known and all will undoubtedly be cap tured. A pack of blood hounds was in readi ness at Gorin and they took up the trail before daylight. No better place could have been selected for the robbery, and it would undoubtedly have been successful if the railroad people had not been ad vised of what was intended. The passen gers could have safely been robbed as well as the mail and express cars. Four men made the attempt on the train, but two or three ethers seem to have been with the horses and stationed behind the train to prevent anybody reaching Gorin on foot after the train was halted. HELD UP FOR NINETEEN. Kansas City, Mo., Sept. 18.—The Santa Fe train, which was held up near Gorin, Mo., arrived in Kansas City at 9 o’clock— three minutes late. The engine was in charge of Fred Murdock, who took the place of Engineer William Prescott, who was shot b.y the bandits. Prescott is not fatally wounded. The bullet struck him in the breast, glanced from his collar bone, fame out and fell on his shirt front beneath his blouse. When the train was held up J. H. Mooney, the rear brakeman, walked up the track in the rear of the train to flag west-bound trains. Fifty yards from the rear end of the train ho saw two men holding five horses. One of them left the horses, walked toward Mooney, covered him with a gun, relieved him of sl9 and ordered him back to the train. The con ductor was George Blue. Blue says he saw seven men in the gang. TWO CAUGHT NEAR MEMPHIS. Memphis, Mo., Sept. 18.—Two of the Santa Fe train robbers were caught near here this morning. They were brought to Memphis and lodged in jail. They are Charles Ahrams and Link Overfield. They were caught by special agents of the Santa Fe railroad, who have been on their trail since the robbery was at tempted, and the desperadoes driven off. Abrams is the man who shot Engineer Prescott. He is badly wounded, and not expected to live. Abrams was the leader of the gang and boarded the engine in ad vance of his companions and received the charge of buckshot full in the face. The detectives marvelled at the time that Abrams was able to move six feet, much less escape to the woods, which he did. A GAMBLING TBUST. Bloody Noves and Black Eyes Plenti ful Among Chicago Blacklegs. Chicago, Sept. 18.—At 1:30 o’clock this afternoon a squad of detectives from Matt Pinkerton’s agency attempted to raid the gambling house of Harry Var nell, ex-county boodler, at 119 Clark street. The inmates of the establish ment had been advised of the intended raid and made a stubborn resistance. Several bloody noses and black eyes were inflicted, and the row continued until Varnell secured warrants for the arrest of the Pinkerton men from a nearby magistrate on a charge of disorderly conduct. A squad of special constables descended upon the detectives and took them to the Harrison street station, and the gamblers went to work to repair dam ages. Varnell announces that he will open as usual at 6 o’clock to-night. It is said that the raid was the work of eivic federation. Another story is that it is a phase of the war between the “trust” gamblers and those who are carrying on business on their own hook. ADA HATHAWAY’S SUIT. The Ex-“ Atlanta Beauty” Wants Heavy Damages for Humiliation. Pittsburg, Pa., Sept. 18.—Ada Hatha way, some time known as the “Atlanta beauty,” and who recently sued Richard Laird, a prominent merchant of this city, for desertion, alleging a common law mar riage, has now entered suit for SIO,OOO damages. The court decided that she was not Mrs. _ Laird. She now claims that Laird’s failure to legalize their connection by the religious ceremony has caused her great humiliation and suffering, and asks for financial recompense. Plotting in Chile. Valparaiso, Chile, Sept. 18. —A fresh plot, in which followers of the late Gen. Balmaceda are the ring leaders, has been discovered. Twenty persons have been arrested, charged with being implicated in the conspiracy. J WEEKLY, (»-TIMES-A- WEEK) 81A YEAR. |_ _ _ „ . •J 5 CENTS A COPY. NTO PCI DAILY, $lO A YEAR. | LA MONDAYS AND THURSDAYS SOVEREIGN GRAND LODGE. Officers Elected, and Other Business Transaotedr-Pretty Street Parade. Chattanooga, Tenn., Sept. 18.—The busi ness session of the sovereign grand lodge of Odd Fellows this morning re assembled in Lookout Convention hall. The question of the next place of meeting came up. Washington City had a de termined set of delegates working for her, but they were in the minority, and At lantic City was chosen. Among those who favored Washington there is a great deal of dissatisfaction. They say that the wires were pulled by the hotel men at Atlantic Citv. When the election of offlers for the en suing year came up, Representative Mor ris or Kentucky nominated Deputy Grand Sire John W. Stebbens, of Mary land for the office of grand sire, and he was unanimously elected. For the office of deputy grand sire, a Repre sentative Musson nominated Her man Block of lowa, Dr. W. H. Izard of New Jersy, was also placed in nomination. Representa tive Humphrey nominated Wm. E. Car lin of Illinois, and further nominations were made in the persons of John B. Goodwin, mayor of Atlanta; Hon Fred Carleton of Texas, Alfred S. Pinkerton of Massachusetts, Gen. E. M. Sloan of * St. Louis. The nominations then ceased and the first ballot was taken, resulting as fol lows : Carleton 51, Pinkerton 82, Block 27, Izard 25, Carlin 19. Goodwin 15, Sloan 6. Second Ballot—Pinkerton 40, Carleton 84, Block 25, Izard 16. Total 165. Carleton of Texas was declared elected. Theodore Gross of New Jersey was unanimously re-elected as grand secre tary and Isaac Sheppard of Pennsylvania was unanimously re-elected grand treas urer. After some routine business the meet ing adjourned. The grand parade was an hour late in moving. The column reached the corner of Ninth and Market streets at 3 o’clock. Never before was the main street of the city so packed and jammed with human ity. At the corner of Eighth and Market a grand triumphal arch had been erected and just completed this morning, barely in time to permit the removal of the scaf folding before the parade moved. The structure is the most artistic and costliest thing of the kind ever erected in the south. It is built in the manner of construction of the world’s fair buildings ard closely resembles marble. Emblemat ic figures of the order decorate its several sides. The arch is really three arches in one, the tallest being sixty feet from base to top. ’Three hundred incandescent lights il luminate it at night. Under this arch one of the most creditable parades of the kind ever seen in Chattanooga passed, headed by the Chattanooga police force, the state militia and two bands. It was an imposing spectacle. The features of the parade were eight emblematic floats of the order. These, in a well arranged manner represented: “Daughters of Re bekah,” “The Sea of Life,” “Jonathan Before King Saul,” “The Good Samarl- 4 tan,” “Tue Temple of Truth,” “Odd Fellowship Encircles the Earth,” “Re bekah at the Well,” and “An I. O. O. F. Home.” After ths parade the visitors were driven over Missionary Ridge to Bragg’s old headquarters, and, owing to the ex ceptionably fine weather of the afternoon, |t the drive proved much more enjoyable than the one the day previous to Chicka mauga. To-night a brilliant reception and re union in honor of the past grand repre sentatives is being held in the first Bap tist church auditorium. THE OFFICIAL VOTE. Canvass of the Vote of the Ashland District—Owens Safe. Lexington, Ky., Sept. 18.—-Official re turns received here so far from Satur day’s primary are as follows: Franklin—Owens. 1,528; Breckinridge, I, Settle, 287; Owen’s plurality, 526. Scott—Owens, 1,829; Breckinridge, 645; Settle, 146; Owen’s plurality, 1,184. Neither Woodford nor Oldham counties have been heard from further, but Owen’s plurality in the first on Saturday was reported to be 164, while the latter gave Owens 88. This would make his total plurality in these four counties just 1,962. Henry—Breckinridge, 868; Owens, 398; Settle, 67; Breckinridge’s plurality, 465. Fayette reported 160, Bourbon 152 and 1 Owens 914. Total plurality in four coun ties, 1,791, placing Owens’ majority at 271. The votes of Fayette county will be can vassed to-day. THE FINAL FIGURES. The official count of Fayette county was completed at noon to-day. giving Breckin ridge 205 plurality over Owens. There is no contest or protest of any kind. The Leader this afternoon publishes a table of seven counties official, and Bourbon un official, but conceded by both sides, giv ing the vote as follows: Owens, 8,072; Breckinridge. 7,803; Settle, 3,891. Owens’ plurality. 260. These figures are prao* tically final. SOCIETY LADIES TAKE ACTION. They Ara Fledged to Secure Home Pat ronage for Home Institutions. Birmingham, Ala., Sept. 17. The Commercial Club of Birmingham is bringing to the service of the city the time and energies of its leading business men and most prominent citizens. A campaign of thorough and practical ' work has been inaugurated for the devel opment of industrial enterprises, and some very handsome inducements are in store for a certain class of manufacturers that may be seeking more advantageous locations in the south. To-day a woman’s auxiliary to the club was formed by some fifty or more of the most influential society ladies of the city, and the greatest enthusiasm prevailed. They pledged themselves to secure home patronage for home merchants and home enterprises, and to further the object and « purposes of the Commercial Club. The following were the officers selected: President —Mrs. John M. Martin, wife of ex-Congressman Martin: vice presidents -fMesdames E. H. Cabaniss; J. W. Bush and George C. Ball; secretary—Mrs. R. Cunningham; Treasurer—Mrs. L.ißogan. ON EIGHT HOURS’ TIME. New Schedule in Effect on the Penn sylvania Bailroad—A Day Gained. South Amboy, N. J., Sept. 18.—The Pennsylvania Rtilroad Company has is sued orders on the Camden and Amboy division for all departments to resume work on eight hours’ time, six days each week. For the past thirteen months the ship yards, machine and car repairing shops have only worked eight hours per dav. five days each week, while the train men had only worked half time.