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♦ :: ‘■' ; GRADY COUNTY PROGRESS- yiiiii=iaiii=iiiii=iini=±;ii(ii=s=iiiii=iaiii=ii((Biiiii=niii 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 uare 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)