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Coal operators, having put up the
price of anthracite, suggests the Wash
ington Sun, again feel warranted
offering congratulations on the pros
perity of the country.
Says the Washington Post: "The
western tombstone manufacturer who
committed suicide because business was
dull should have braced up and run
an automobile garage as a side line.”
Now that most of the white pines
of Maine are gone, an effort wiii be
made to savo them, complains the
Brooklyn Eagle. To save most of them
would require us to unshlngle our
houses and reconstruct the trees, as
geologists reconstruct dinosaurs and
mosasaurs and plesiosaurs from sam
ple bones.
The introduction of dogs Into the
tracing of criminals In New York
and other American cities Is now ap
parently only a question of months,
declares the New York Commercial.
So much has recently occurred, both
in this country and abroad, to substan
tiate the claim for great efficiency on
the part of dogs in ferreting out those
guilty of murder and other heinous
crimes that the burden of proof Is al
ready upon those who would deny the
value of the canine detective.
The possibility of increasing crops
by electrical stimulation is a fascina
ting subject which has occupied the at
tention of a few scientists since the
able Nollet announced that seeds sub
jected to electrical stimulation germi
nated earlier than untreated seeds, re
marks the New York Globe. Tests
Lave been made at various experiment
stations in this country and abroad
which seem to show that both electric
illumination and currents passed
through the soil in which plants are
growing increase the rapidity of
growth and improve crops.
Of all the travellers who have risked
their lives In attempts to explore the
sacred Inner regions of Tibet, Sven
Hedin has been the only really suc
cessful one. Not only has he entered
Tibet’s most sacred city, from which
foreigners were prohibited, but be haß
now actually achieved an interview of
three hours' duration with the Tashi
Lamt, the holiest person of all the
lama world. In Harper’s Magazine Mr.
MedLn gives an Interesting account of
this great personage, “who is more
powerful than all the kings of the
earth, who governs the faith and
thought of all the people, from Kal
mucks on the Volga to the Buriats by
the Baikal, from the const of the Arc
tic to the scorching sun of India.”
Yet he is but twenty-five yearß old,
and has, as Mr. Hedin describes him,
a very lovable personality.
Commenting on the inefficient educa
tion of the graduates of colleges for
mechanical or professional masters the
New York Post says: in all our states
the public schools, primary and sec
ondary, furnish to all comers a free
preparation for college. Throughout
the west, the state universities offer
the higher instruction also free, or for
a merely nominal fee. In the east,
the privately endowed colleges grant
many scholarships to promising boys
and girls; so that most of these insti
tutions can boast, as Harvard does,
that no youth of intelligence, ambi
tion, and character need stay away be
cause be lacks money. Thus it is that
our colleges are remarkably democra
tic. Even the richest and most fash
ionable of them enroll many children
of poor parents; and the son of an un
skilled laborer may, if he have brains
and pluck, rise without great difficul
ty to one of the learned professions.
But the very fact that a college educa
tion is within such close reach that
there is no wide gap between gown
and town, has perhaps made our col
lege authorities too easily contented
with existing conditions.
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of Uhe I
Anglo-Indian I
Secret Service
CHAPTER I. 1
Conspirators.
MONSIEUR JACORI-thc Bar
oness de Nantille!”
Monsieur Jacobi bowed with
grave courtesy—the Baroness
de Nantille inclined her head without
raising her eyes, and the introduction
was complete. The introducer, Mrs.
Wright, turned away with a little sigh
of relief to continue her duties of hos
tess. Monsieur Jacobi and tbe baron
ess bad never been to her bouse before,
and the astute little English woman
was not prepossessed in 'favor of the
foreign lady. Monsieur Jacobi, of
course, was irreproachable. Every one
knew the name of the new musician,
whose violin bad insinuated him into
every circle in Loudon where the fine
arts came under unprofitable discus
•loo.
The introduction took place in the
smaller drawing room, which was al
most deserted at the moment. Indeed,
there was only one other person pres
ent. This was a man with hair and
pointed beard, mustache and overhang
ing eyebrows, as white as snow. Tbe
head was ihat of an old man—such asl
one pictures the ancient patriarchs toi
have been—but the body was straight
and tbe movements, without being
lithe, were far from denoting infirmity.
This was Laura nee Lowe—a mossiest
stone whose rollings days were done.
People whispered to one another thaij
in days gone by Laurance Lowe would
fain Lave censed his rolling ways, but
that providence had willed it other'
•wise, sending a courageous and fairly
intelligent young soldier—one Lieuten
ant Wright—to set the stone once more*
a-going, and to gather for himself the
moss. Whatever mar have passed be
tween the white-haired man and the
cheery little matron—still comely and
hearty—in those forgotten days wait
only known to themselves, aud neithe.!
ever referred to it. People wondered
why Mrs. Wright should trouble her*
self with this silent old man, who con*
tributed In no way to the eutertdfcP
ment of her guests. They considered
him an old bore, though he never dls‘
played the least anxie y to be honored
•with their attention never yawned*
never confessed to fatigue, and uevef
partook in a general conversation.
It was to him that Mrs. Wright
turned with her ready smile, which,
however, had something different In it
when her eyes met him.
“Coffee?” he said, interrogatively,
without moving mustache or beard,
and offered her his arm.
“Thanks, Lauranee, I will,” replied
the little lady, with a grateful srniie.
During the last twenty years these two
had gone vhrough that Pttle ceremony
many hundreds of times.
They passed into another room and
the Baroness was left diene with Mon
sieur Jacobi. He had posresred him
self of her engagement card, and was
now studying it, pencil in hand. Every
curve of his body, the very manner in
which he held his pencil, his eagerly*
bowed head, were expre.rlve of the ut J
most deference and respect.
The Barouess had not yet raised hei‘
eyes from the polish'd floor. Her
strong white hands, beautifully shaped
and incased only iu open-work mittens*
lay Idly upon her lap. There was
something in her whole attitude, in the
repose of her fair fact, iu her down
cast eyes, which was forced and unnat
ural. Hers was indeed a beautiful
lace, sculptured on lather a smaller
scale than Englishmen admire, pale
and very calm, with red, level lips an I
close set eyes. Her soft, colorless hair,
almost white in its exquisite fairness,
was arranged with extreme simplicity,
but she wore it parted upon ne side,
in accordance with a tashior now obso
lete iu England. Slie could not have
been more that, twemy-five years of*
age, despite her repose of mauuer,
which was almost that of a matron.
When Monsieur Jr.ccbi had made
sure that they were alone, tbe expres
sion of his keen face underwent a re
markable change, though bis attitude
remained unaltered.
“Who?” he asked in a low-pitched
voice, and with an unpleasant smile—
“who is the old fossil who wears an
eyeglass In one eye aud sees with tne
other?” The Baroness raised her calm
blue eyes, and met Jacobi’s sardonid
smile with a contemptuous stare.
"Your conscience must indeed be an
evil one, Jacobi,” she said, slowly.
“You are forever suspecting tbe mos 4
Innocent and harmless of treachery
•nd double-dealing.”
“Nevertheless, Baroness, who is that
man?”
“That man, my friend, is one Lau
rence Lowe—an English radical, which
means nothing. He has by this time
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completely forgotten the existence of
both of us. I should imagine that
whole attention and time are given td
the management of his own affairs.”
“You know him, then?” said Jacobi*
seating himself lightly and gracefully!
near tbe Baroness.
“By reputation only.”
"You know jorae one who knows
him well?” persisted the violiuis*,
calmly.
“I do."
“Ah! May I ‘nnuire ”
The Baroness suddenly cast down
her eyes, and the white lids dosed over
them. A faint pink tinge appeared on
either eh* ek.
“I obtained my information from Mr.
Ch .rles Mistley,” she said in an in
different voice.
“Brother of the Mistley?”
“Brother of the Mistley.”
“Who is daily expect d in England,
with his chief, Colonel Wright?”
The Baroness bowed her head In ac
quiescence. Her red lips were pressed
close together, her colorless eyebrows
slightly raised. Monsieur Jacobi prided
himself upon his deep discernment in
matters connected with tbe female
heart and mind. He therefore changed
the subject somewhat abruptly.
“You did not expect to meet me here
to-night,” he said, with exaggerated
coolness.
“No.” Her voice was totally without
expression.
“I am here on business.”
“Indeed!”
“And you?” inquired Jacob!, Inso
lently.
The Baroness looked up with slightly
raised eyebrows.
“That is my affair.”
Jacobi smiled again, with a singu
larly unpleasant cur! of the lip.
“Yes. Barones,” be said. “I am here
on business connected with the broth
erhood, and I call upon you to assist
me.”
Tbe Baroness looked somewhat sul
len. ami remained silent.
“Miss Lena Wright,” continued
Jacobi, “the daughter of our amiable
hostess, is, I have reason to believe,
likely, and more than likely, to come
in for a considerable fortune on the
death of Mr. Laurance Lowe, whom
I have seen to-night for the first time.
She is, I am led to suppose, singularly
amiable, somewhat romantic, and w r ith
no more strength of mind or purpose
than is considered desirable in a young
English lady. The brotherhood, as
you know, is desperately in need of
funds. You begin to see, fair Baron
ess?”
“You wish to enroll her?” asked the
Baroness in her emotionless manner.
"You wish to enroll her, and for khe
sake of her money!”
“I think,” replied Jacobi, gazing Bad
ly at the floor, “I think it would benefit
tbe cause.”
“What do you wish me to tk>?” asked
she, abruptly.
“Nothing much—to-night!” was the
reply. “Tell me what Miss Wright is
‘dressed in, so that I may recognize
her. I will manage to get an introduc
tion somehow. That will be enough
for to-night.”
"She is dressed in white,” replied
the Baroness in the concise manner of
one who observes everything and for
gets nothing. “Tall and slight, with
hair a little darker than mine, rather
badly dressed and somewhat untidy.
I suppose she is considered beautiful!”.
“You do not know her?”
“No.”
Monsieur Jacobi now became ab
sorbed in the rearrangement of the
delicate flower in his buttonhole, and
took the opportunity of glancing keenly
at his companion’s face, which, how
ever, was motionless and devoid of
expression.
“I have taken the liberty of placing
my name against the dance about to
commence,” lie said. “It is a waltz.
Shall we go into the other room?”
chapter ir.
The Lovers.
When Mrs. Wright and Laurance
Lowe left tbe smaller drawing room,
they turned their steps toward a di
minutive apartment, where some late
arrivals were yet partaking of tea and
coffee. For some minutes neither
spoke. Laurance Lowe was a singu
larly silent man, and Mrs. Wright
was by no means an excessive talker.
They understood each other thorough
ly, and both enjoyed these long spells
of silence. Lowe found a sent for
Mrs. Wright in the dimly lighted cor
ridor, just outside the small coffee
room, and let her there while he went
in quest of the coffee. Presently he
returned and sat down beside her.
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“Lena,” said Lowe, pensively, as be
stirred bis coffee, “is looking lovely to
night.”
Through the curtained doors the
cadence of a slow, soft waltz reached
their ears, riging and falling on the
heavy atmosphere. Mrs. Wright was
anxious this evening, and a little rest
less. She had that morning received a
telegram from her husband, announc
ing bis arrival at Brindisi on the home
ward voyage from India, aud she had
not seen him for two anxious, weary
years. She sipped her coffee, and
glanced over her cup toward Laurance
Lowe. His great eyebrows were drawn
forward, so that his eyes w*ire in im
penetrable shadow. He looked very
old and somewhat worn, but he had
looked so for many years.
“Yes, Laurance,” said she, softly, “I
am a little proud of my daughter.”
He made no reply, but continued to
stir bis coffee absently. Presently be
moved slightly and looked up, drawing
iu a deep breath.
“Thursday morning?” he said, in a
slightly interrogative tone. This was
the time mentioned by Colonel Wright
in his telegram for the arrival of him
self and Winyard Mistley at Victoria
Station.
“Yes; Thursday morning, at half-past
seven. Will you come with us to meet
him?”
Lowe shook his head slowly and with
much deliberation.
“He will find Lena changed,” said
Lowe, knowing that be was broaching
a pleasing subject.
“Yes, be will find her grown. She Is
a young lady now, and quite—quite ”
“Quite able to take care of herself,”
suggested Lowe. Mrs. Wright turned
and iheir eyes met. Lowe’s were
grave; but there was about the lines of
his face a faint suggestion of a smile.
That was tbe best he could do in tbe
way of smiles, by reason of the long
white mustache that hid his lips.
“Yes, I hope so,” said Mrs. Wright,
seriously. She knew that her daughter
was fair, and also that it is the fairest
who find the saddest lives here. She
knew the thousand temptations that
*beset the path of a beautiful woman,
the thousand little slips so easily made,
the thousand hands ever ready to push
itlie stumbler down the hill. But her
faith in Lena was very great.
While these two old travelers were
worrying themselves over the rough
ness of the road they had long since
left behind, the object of their solic
itous thoughts made her appearance at
the end of the corridor—a dainty vision
of soft white muslin, with a broad yel
low sash round a slender waist. Lena
was attended by a huge cavalier of
peaceful but distinguished appearance.
As she came lightly along the corridor,
she was busily engaged in putting back
over her ears sundry little stray wisps
and tendrils of hair. These particular
little curls were almost golden, while
above them the heavier coils darkened
into living brown. She was smiling
pud breathless, and just a little flushed.
Lena’s eyes were in striking contrast
to her hair and fair complexion, for
they were hazel—a dark, deep hazel
full of ready laughter, capable of
sparkling with unbounded mischief;
but in repose they were as demure and
illegible as those of a nun. At tbe
present moment they were soft and
glistening with excitement and weari
ness; dangerous eyes for a man to look
into, especially amid the surroundings
of odorous flowers, within sound of
slow dance music, for tbe next waltz
had begun.
Tbe big man. upon whose arm she
was leaning, was fanning her with
great sweeping strokes, so that the lace
upon her dress fluttered in the breeze.
“Oh, Charlie,” she was saying, “that
was lovely! I do not think that I ever
danced like that before. The music
seemed to stop suddenly, to die away
into nothing, and then we came to
earth. Why was it so lovely—why was
|t so lovely?”
The big man continued fanning. He
looked down at her with a slow, grave
smile, such as one expects to see on a
Saxon face.
“And wliy,” he said, “did we come
down to earth .again?”
They both had seen Mrs. Wright and
Laurance Lowe, and they both knew
that they were within earshot, but that
appeared in no way to interfere with or
restrain their conversation. They ad
vanced slowly along the corridor,
Charles Mistley taking one stride to
ever?- two of Lena's.
It was, perhaps, no coincidence that
when Lena and her partner approached j
the two elder folks looked up, not at !
her, but at Charles Mistley. Some- j
thing, some vague and doubting won- |
tier, must have prompted Mrs. Wright j
to do this, for every mother looks ten
times at her own daughter in a ball
room for every once that her eyes rest
an some other person's offspring. They
can no more help it than an artist can
resist the magnetic attraction which
draws him to tbe contemplation of liis
own picture in a gallery full of su
perior works. But this good lady
looked at Charles Mistley, her eyes
jesting on his strong, clean-cut face
with a wistful, questioning expression
which seemed almost to savor of fore
boding. Laurance Lowe gazed at the
young fellow with those keen bine
eyes of his, and his face bore absolute
ly no expression whatever. It was
merely the calm, impassive contempla
tion of an indifferent looker-one. The
young sailor looked down on them
from his exceptional height and smiled
quietly Charles Mistley’s smile was
a pleasant one to meet. It seemed,
somehow, to bring him down to a low
er level; and smaller, plainer men felt
lerr inferior. It was a ready smile,
foo, and women liked it for its sin
cerity.
“I have.” he said, "danced Lena Into
a state of sentimentality. She requires
bringing down to an every-day level,
so I brought her to her mother.”
, "You are very useful, at all events,”
said Mrs. Wright, favoring Mistley
with a smile. "I am very grateful to
gou, Charlie,” she continued, "for danc
ing with that Barouess de Something.
I have had great difficulty in finding
partners for her; the young men nowa
days are so hard to please, and I find a
•growing tendency among them to di
vide the program among four or five
partners at the most.”
Charles Mistley smiled. That smile
of his came in frequently, very profita
bly, in place of words.
“Yes,” said Lena, musingly, with ail
the wisdom ol her first season, “I am
afraid that is the characteristic of the
rising generation.”
And she looked demurely and inno
cently up at Mistley, whose initials ap
peared five times upon her engagement
card.
(To be continued.) •
Giant Submarines.
The Matiu asserts that tbe French
Government is preparing designs for
submarines of about 800 tous dis
placement. They will be able to oper
ate at a considerable distance frona
their base.
GOLDEN STREAM FROM EUROPE
Will Bs Poured Into Wall Street to Amount
of Over Eighteen Millione.
The principal events of the financial
district of New York Monday indicated
that the worst of the crisis was over
and that normal conditions were set
tling down again.
The engagement of $18,750,000 in
gold from Europe for importation to
New York was followed by the sensa
tional announcement of sales of Amer
ican copper abroad which will further
Increase the tide of foreign money to
this country to an aggregate of over
$25,000,000. This, with the rapid rlso
of good securities on the stock ex
change, and the policy of the trust
companies not to pay out currency
for hoarding purposes, all contributed
to strengthening the feeling in bank
ing quarters and among the public at
large.
STRIKE IN ATLANTA IS ENDED.
Telegraphers Vote to Resume Work if
Positions Can Be Secured.
The telegraphers’ local union in At
lanta met Friday afternoon and de
clared the strike off. This means that
some 150 operators will go back to
work If they can find positions open.
The Western Union manager states
that there are only twelve places to be
filled in his office in the city. The
Postal says it has no vacancies at
all.
A THREE-MILLION-DOLLAR FIRE.
Elevator, Fleur Mills and Many Homes De
stroyed in Superior, Wis.
A fire which .started in the preat
Northern elevator at Superior, Wis.,
Saturday night and burned all night
destroyed the elevator, three flour
mills, forty homes and 700,000 bushels
of grain. Two scows, a derrick and
two tugs were also destroyed. The loss
is estimated at $3,000,000.
R. O. JACKSON,
Attorney-at-Law,
McDonough, ga.
Office over Star Store.
E. M. SniTH,
Attorney at Law,
Me Doxough, Ga.
Office over Star Store, south side square.
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