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For 3U day:
offer special inducements
over from last season,
for a car of buggies now
the factory. OWING* TO LAST SEA
SONS GOOD BUSINESS^ we have bu
few of these buggies to offer. We Carry i
nice selection of styles, Get yours while the)
last. All buggies sold under a POSITIVE
GUARANTEE. Terms to suit.
while they last, we will
on all Buggies brought
"his is, to- make room
beifig made for us # at
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CLEVER PLOT TRAPS BANDIT.
.before be left he would get me a place
as parlor maid, so I’ll have another sit
uation soon. Della.”
The sergeant scowled. “I’m goin’ to
talk to Tom,” be said, reaching out for
the note. “He’s got a nice family, and
things like'that’re bad for the force."
I lighted the cigar, which had been
my excuse for loiteriug on the pave
ment and went on. It sounded involv
ed for a novice, but if I could And An
derson’s drugstore I could And Mamie
Brennan. Through Mamie Brennan I
’would got Delia and through Delia I
might And Carter, and so I made,the
Arst note in my new business of man
hunter.
it was late when I reached the cor
ner of y Chestnut and Onion streets,
where Fred had said Allan Fleming
■h:;d imhe to grief in. a cab. But the
corner man had gone! and the night
man on the beat knew nothing; of
course,"of any particular collision.
1 went home to bed. I . bad made no
headway, I bail lost conceit with my
self and a day. and evening at the of
fice. and 1 had gained the certainty
that Margery Fleming was safe in
Bellwood and the uncertain address of
a servant who might jinow soniething'
about Mr. Fleming.
I was still awake at 1 o’clock {fad
consulted the ' telephone directory.
There were twelve Andersons in the
city who conducted drugstores.
When 1 Anally went to sleep 1 dream
ed that I was driving Margery Flem
ing along a street in a broken taxicab
and that all the buildings were phar
macies and numbered eleven twenty-
two.
After such a night I slept late. Edith
had gone out with Fred when I cape
downstairs. I have a great admiration
for Edith, for her tolerance with my
uncertain hours, for her cheery break
fast room-and the smiling good naturo
of the servants she engages. I have a
theory that, show me a sullen servaut
and I will show you a sullen mistress,
although Edith herself disclaims all
responsibility and lays credit for the
smile with which Katie brings in my
eggs and coffee to largess on my part.
On that particular morning Katie
brought me a letter, and I recognized
the cramped and rhther uncertain
writing of Miss Jane Maitland.
Dear Mr. Knox—Sister Letltla wishes
me to ask you It you can dine with us
tonight informally. She has changed her
mind In regard to the Colored Orphans*
home and would like to consult you about
it Very truly yours,
SUSAN JANE MAITLAND.
Fake Cen.sus Lards French Robber
Chief In Jail.
Paris.—By a clever plot the head
quarters police,Tinder the lead of Com
missioner L'Huillier, have caught Chi-
apala. Him alleged chief of the I’egn-
mas l-obbpi- gang.
The oAicials were lq despair when
they. got a letter from the bandits
threatening to-- start a couAagratiou.
With the postmark on the envelope as a
Clew the commissioner at on>e got lip
a fake police census of the district,
and all the inhabitants were made to
sign Certain blank forms. Sure enough,
omj of the returns proved to be lit the.
handwriting of the letter from the
bandits, with the y&sult tlJat Chin palii
was found and arrested.. It should be
mentioned that in the: census .blanks!
were 'Questions which necessitated an
swers embodied Ju certain words used
in. the bandits' missive,
Chiapala, it is said, has confessed
and -has given information whit 1 !) will
lead to other arrests. The .prisoner.'
who’Is twenty-eight, is. an epileptic.
According to the police version of his
story, he originally set out to trncl> the
bandits, but grew to be fascinated by
their careers of crime, joined them and
was chosen their leader.
Panama.—The .treasure hunting ex
pedition led by Miss Genevieve Davis,
an Englishwoman, which had been
Copyright, 1910. by Bobbs-Mer-
.rill Co. . .
const of Mexico’., Wheu he got any
money"together lie buried it on Cocos
island, nftot- the manner of pirates,
uuti made a map with skull and cross- .
bones marking the spot 'where the
treasure was hid. His heirs have made
a substantial living selling these maps
to those whom romance.nhd the works
of It. L. Stevenson have touched.
Miss Davis’ expedition. ,started out
from Plymouth with one of the maps
and a vessel armed with a six pounder :
to fight the natives of Cocos island,
which lies 050 miles southwest of
Panama, on Sept. 10 last. The only
woman besides Miss Davis nlionrd the
ship was her friend, Mrs. Barry Till.
At .the same time Miss Davis organ
ized her expedition one of the repre
sentatives of the Benito. Bonito Burled
Treasure company was on the road
in the south of Franco and sold a
map to Mme. Matilda Durand of Mar- .,
.'sallies, who forthwith announced that >
she was going to get up an expedition [
of her own. Her map, she said, was ;
‘TOO OLD” IN ’61.—DIES AT 108
Neuin Offered Services In Civil War
and Was Rejeciod.
Lebanon. Pa.—Samuel Neuin, believ
ed to be the oldest man in the state of
Pennsylvania nnd one of the oldest in
the country, died at bis home here.
He passed blB hundred and eighth
year Inst December. Mr. Neuin was
a son of German pareuts and was born
in 1804 In Berks county while the In
dians still roamed over that district
He volunteered for service in -the
civil war, but wus rejected because he
was jjpnrly sixty years old.
Neulto had remnrkable health and
was never known to have been ill uu-
til two weeks ago. when he suddenly
grew wenk. and his lire slowly ebbed
away without any disease being ap :
parent He leaves nine children. We
eldest seventy, years of age nnd tie
youngest forty-seven.
putlng noisily. Davidson’B voice can
distinctly through the open windows.
“The bouse is closed,” be rep’orte
“The house is closed." he reported,
"but one of the basement windows
isn’t shuttered, and the lock is bad. 1
couldq’t And Shields. He’d better keep
an eye on it” He stopped and fished
in his pockets with a grin. "This was
tied to the knob of the kitchen door,'.’
he said, raising his voice for the bene-,
fit of the room and bolding aloft a piece
of paper. "For Shields," he explained,
"and signed ’Della.’ ’’
The men gathered around him. Even
the sergeant got up and leaned for
ward, his elbows on bis desk.
“Read it,” he said lazily. "Shields
has got a wife, and her name ain’t
Della.” j
“Dear Tom," Davidson read in a
mincing fulsetto, “we are closing up
unexpected, so l won’t be here tonight.
1 am going to Mamie Brennan’s, and if
you want to talk to me you can get me
by calling up Anderson’s drug store.
The clerk is a gentleman friend of
mine. Mr. Carter, tbe_ butler, told me
told just how many paces you’ took ;
from the palm tree on Dead Man’s j
hill to get to the cave where the trees- ’
ure was buried. ., S
And then when Miss Dnvls’ expedi- ;
tlon was on the high sens who should [
start out after the treasure luit Thomas
McEwcu of Victoria, B. O.l His map
had a little picture of Benito’s vessel
with, all snils set skimming around the
Legal blanks ofJall„kinds,
timber leases, realty con
tracts, bill of sale, [at the
Progress office. ^ Lowest
prices, )
(To Be Continued)