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HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY. J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher. R. L. JOHNSON, Editor. Entered at the postoffloe at McDon ju*h as second class mall matter. Advertising Rates: SI.OO per lnel per month. Redaction on standlnj contracts by special agreement. It cost The Hague conference $3,000,- 000, notes the New York American, to find out that the dove of peace and the olive branch are not on intimate terms. "Hang the proved liberler” Is the counsel of E. Benjamin Andrews. r.t, declares the Boston Transcript, is as near profanity as the doctor ever geis. Secretary Root’s advocacy of the development of international private law at his reception by the Academy of Jurisprudence in Mexico, suggests the Providence Tribune, was possibly inspired by a desire to enable Amer ican heiresses who form foreign al liances to save something more than tlicir titles from the wreck. The Fisheries bureau at Washington proclaims that its scientists have dis covered the fact that the dogfish is good to eat. This is no discovery, asserts the Boston Post. The name of the dogfish is against him, to be sure. It has kept him off the mar ket list. He is usually killed and tossed back into the sea with bad lan guage when the cod-fisher brings him up on the line. One of the eloquent poetical writ ers who report the costumes and eti quette at Washington, reports the Ar gonaut, penned this in his, or her, account of a presidential reception: “Mrs. X. wore nothing in the way of a dress that was remarkable.” The slipshod English was handsomely cor rected by the pedantic but unhumor ous printer thus: “Mrs. X. wore noth ing in the way of a dress. That was remarkable.” It is probable that tobacco dealers are too careless about the age of their younger customers, avers the New Haven Register. That could eas ily be remedied to some extentn. If policemen would keep their eyes open for small boys using tobacco on the streets, that would help some more. And parents could do more than they do at present, though naturally the use of liacco by their boys is often con cealed from them. The bungalow, the camp or what ever one's retreat in the wilderness or by the shore is called is said to be in fluencing architecturally the building of an occasional all-the-year-round house in suburban and nearby coun try places, opines the Boston Tran script. One big living room running the length and nearly the breadth of the house, with a small kitchen tucked in an out-of-the-way corner, three or four sleeping rooms overhead, and a porch suitably screened to allow out door sleeping quarters make up the ideal residence. It is difficult for people not in the naval service to understand and ap preciate this craving for some other form of uniform but the picturesque and 1 handsome garb which character izes the sailor the world over, pro tes the New Orleans Picayune. It is said that the men are so insistent for a change in their clothing that they attribute much of the discontent and much of the desertion in the navy to this one matter of clothes. It Is fur ther reported that the navy depart ment has appointed a board of offi cers to look into the matter and con sider the advisability of a chance in the form of uniform. It is to be hoped that this special board will have the good sense to reject the notion that sailors should be garbed as sol diers and that the form of uniform in use in every navy of the world should be discarded in our service merely to gratify the whims of a lot of young men recruited from the western plains. If we should be guilty of garbing our enlisted men of the navy in soldiers’ or nondesmript clothing we should promptly become the laugning stock of the world. *.• X i X V A Tale A—X By of the | C 3 \-J NG \ Henry Anglo-Indian \ MISTLEY Seton Secret Service \ / Mqrriman. \ 111* / O'HAnEK XIV. 9 Continued. “I, too, have a favor to ask of you,” she almost pleaded. "I am in your power, wholly and inevitably; but as an English gentleman, I beg of you to keep—this . latter—a pro found secret from Ivan Meyer. I am strong again now. I will go.” With a grave inclination of the head she passed him, stepping firmly on the dry turf. He watched her as she made her way along the edge of the stream by the little path that led to Walso. When Winyard reached Broom haugh with rather a poor basket of fish upon his back, he was told that Colonel Wright had also returned, and was changing his fishing clothes. When he came down stairs a few minutes later, he found his chief waiting for him at the door of a lit tle smoking room which was special ly set apart for the gentlemen. The old fellow looked grave, and, ignor ing Winyard’s inquiry as to what sport he had had, he motioned him to enter the room, and followed closely. Then the colonel closed the door, and held out a telegram. Winyard took the pink paper, and read aloud: “Would suggest Mistley engaging a valet whom I can recommend. Marie Bakoviteh is in England.” The message bore only the in itials "M. L.,” and had been dis patched from the Westminster Branch Post Office. Winyard read it over once for his own edification, and turned toward his chief with a smile. The colonel was standing with his broad shoulders against the mantle-piece, his eyes fixed on the carpet. His hands were thrust deep ly into his jacket pockets, and he moved restlessly from one foot to the other. “As usual,” said Mistley, still smil ing, as he took a seat on the edge of the table, and carefully tore the tele gram into small pieces—‘‘as usual with news from headquarters, this comes just too late.” “How?” asked the colonel, looking up rapidly. “I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Marie Bakoviteh this morning.” “You? Here?” “Yes. She had a shot at me with a very nice little revolver at a dis tance of about five yards, and missed me! ” “Whew-w!” remarked the colonel. W’ords usually failed him at a criti cal juncture. Mistley laughed as he dropped the remains of the tele gram Into the waste-paper basket — his usual laugh, which had little hi larity in it, serving, nevertheless, very well as a stop-gap. “She was in the train by which we came. I remember seeing her at King’s Cross. No doubt she is stay ing at Walso. Privately, I think she is a little vague in the upper regions; she did not appear to know exactly what she was about, and—and it was —desperately poor shooting!” The colonel tugged pensively at his gray mustache, while his kindly eyes rested with an expression of wonder on his companion’s face. “Now that I come to think of it,” he said, slowly, “when I drove your mother and Mrs. Wright into Walso the other day, I saw a foreign-look ing girl accompanied by a tall, fair fellow who looked like a Scandina vian. The ladies were in a shop and I was waiting outside.” “The foreign-looking girl was Marie Bakoviteh,” said Winyard, partly to himself. He was slowly stroking Adonis with a soft pressure of his slim brown hand on the shag gy head. "If,” he continued, after a , long pause—"lf it had only been a man, the whole affair would have been intensely funny; but, somehow, 1 since I have seen the girl, the humor of the thing has vanished.” Lena and Charlie, passing the open window at that moment, heard Win yard’s remark. There was no mis taking the neat enunciation, no mis conception of the meaning, and as they passed on, each wondered a lit tle over those words caught on the wing. Presently the colonel walked to the window, still pondering over the event just related to him. Then, without looking around, he asked: “Will you have this valet?” “No, thank you! I do not believe in that system, for one reason; and I require no one to protect me from a girl, for another.” Then the colonel turned sharply round and faced his companion. “Who was the man I saw with her?” “I was wondering,” replied Win yard, adroitly. “I think,” continued the colonel, while his kindly eyes acquired a new keenness, “I think—l will go and see—Marie Bakoviteh.” “No!” exclaimed Winyard, incau tiously; “you must not do that!” Then there followed rather an awkward silence between these two men who knew each other so well, rrne younger busied hlmseir wltn Adonis, while the colonel looked on with a misty look about the eyes. “You must think me a great duf fer, my boy!” he said at length, a little grimly. Winyard shook his head, but did not look up. “I am afraid,” continued the old soldier, “that I must be one, or I should have suspected it before. Now —when it might have been—too late, I see it all. That first letter from the Society of Patriots ” “Lunatics,” suggested Winyard, with rather a lame little laugh. “No; let us call them Patriots, for some of them, at least, are sincere. Their first letter threatened us both. You answered it, and, contrary to your custom, you forgot to keep a copy of what you wrote. Since then there has been no question of me, but only of you. Oh, what a fcol I was not to have thought of it be fore!” As usual, W’inyard laughed, but (the colonel held to his point. “As usual, Win, my boy,” said the old fellow, slowly, “during the last two years we have been very good friends, and that under exceptionally trying circumstances. We have gone through a good deal together, and we have shared everything. I think jt would have been right and fair— in fact, you must see for yourself that I have a claim to share this ad ditional danger with you as we shared the others.” CHAPTER XV. S, A Little Note. The little parish church of Broom was remarkably full on the Sunday morning following these events. This fact was observed by the young vicar without surprise, and moreover with out prejudice. He shrewdly suspected that these strangers had come, not to worship by preference in his church, but to see the well-known Colonel Wright and his distinguished young coad jutor; yet he thought no worse of them for that, and was honestly glad to see them all, remembering that a seed sown by the wind may well find a fruitful resting place. Ivan Meyer had not come to church from mere curiosity, but with a set purpose. Marie Bakoviteh had been more incomprehensible than ever during the last few days, and her patient lover was slowly awak ening to the fact that her mind was no longer reliable. Nevertheless, he hoped on; but to continue hoping and watching in silence and alone was a heavy task for one of his im pulsive nature. He suddenly deter mined, therefore, to seek assistance, and this from Winyard Mistley him self. Something in his artistic soul, gome strange love of a crude con trast, prompted him to do this; and ;so convinved was he of the wisdom pf his appeal, that he had come to Broom Church with a little note in his pocket to be passed into Win yard’s hand. As the congregation trooped down the narrow aisle, Winyard caught sight, for the third time in his life, of Ivan Meyer; and in his eyes he saw the gleam of recognition which is so difficult to conceal, and with it he thought he detected a peculiar pleading expression which he failed at the time to understand. Without turning round to look, he felt that the tall foreigner was im mediately behind him as he passed out of the low door, and it was char acteristic of his readiness of mind that he showed no surprise when a note was thrust rather clumsily into his hand. He must have slipped it into his pocket with wonderful celer ity, because he was shaking hands the next instant with Miss Mabel Sandford, who appeared to be com pletely satisfied with her new sum mer costume. Her interests in theatricals was rather too ostentatious, and Mrs. Wright, with a woman’s quick in sight, saw, as she came out of the church, that she w?»s displaying her intimacy with the young diplomat for the sole benefit of her lady friends. Mrs. Mistley had for some days been trying to secure a tete-a-tete with her son, and with little difficul ty she now arranged that they left the churchyard together. For some moments the mother and son walked side by side in silence. They were now walking hv the Broomwater, and the ripple of the stream as it danced and tumbled along filled in the intervals of the conversation, and led to long, thoughtful pauses. “Tell me, Win,” said Mrs. Mistley, flt length, with a hesitating glance toward him, “what do you think of doing in the future?” “I?” he began vaguely. “Oh, I told them at headquarters that I was ready to go anywhere at any mo ment.” “You ha*-~ thought of set tling down yet?” gently and sug gestively. “Settling down?” “Yes: marrying and going into Parliament, and behaving generally as a well-bred and somewhat am bitious young Englishman ought to do, according to precedent.” “I have no respect for precedent, mother.” “Nor I. But why not give up wan dering, Win, and go into Parlia ment?” she added softly. “A man who has mastered a specialty, as you have this Russian question, is cer tain to get on there.” “But I have not mastered it yet.” “Well —you and the colonel are the accepted authorities upon the matter. Ido not see what more you can require. Whether you have mas tered it or not, you know more than p.ny other man.” “Yes, but it is like exploring a new country—there is no end to it. One must keep up to the times and be ever in the front, or it is useless com peting. Once the ground has been traveled over by another man the in terest is lost. While I am here, the Russians are not by any means idle; and if I started for Central Asia to morrow, I should find that things had moved onward since I was there before—onward for them, backward for us.” “Then you have not altered your plans. You intend to continue being a wanderer on the face of the earth, 4 man whom the Cabinet keeps in sight as being reckless enough and clever enough to send on any wild goose chase they may have in hand.” “Do they keep me in sight on that account, mother?” “I was told so by a Minister.” “I am glad to hear it. A man may get very good sport after wild geese, and who knows what may come of his knowledge of the country at some future day. I tell you, mother, :his is an age of specialties—universality is at an end. My specialty is this Central Asian question. At any time, at any moment, we may find ourselves upon the brink of the big gest fight the modern world has seen; then my time will come. Then the first words of the War Office will be: ‘Send for Colonel Wright and Winyard Mistley’—the one to plan, the other to execute. When that time comes, mother —nous verrons!” “In the meantime, it seems to me that your entire life is being sacri ficed to be in readiness for an event which may never occur.” “Mother,” said Winyard, with a Cheery laugh, “you are getting senti mental, and that will never do. If you infect me, I shall die off in a week. And as for talking in that in sinuating manner about settling down, how about a certain elderly Jadv who is always flying about the world Scotland, London, Paris, Rome, and even St. Petersburg—- nursing the stricken, and consoling such as are love-sic.k or martyrs to indigestion?” “When you marry, I will settle down in a cottage near at hand, take to needle-work,. and ivorry about your wife. There is Lena coming alone; run aw r ay and meet her while J go in said take off my bonnet.” They were now upon the stone terrace, and Mrs. Mistley pointed down the valley as she walked to ward the house. “I expect,” said Winyard, partly to himself, “that Charlie has been caught by the Sandfords.” At the head of the narrow steps which he had just ascended, he drew the note handed to him in church from his pocket. It was in French, one line, in a line, dear handwriting. “Meet a friend to-night at the bot tom of the small steps. I. M.” “I. M.!” mused Winyard. “Ivan (Meyer; and he calls himself a friend! I am gradually getting into a fog with all these muddling conspira tors.” Then he thrust the note back into bis pocket, and ran lightly down the steps to meet Lena. “You are polite!” was her greet ing. “I am.” he replied, bowing low. “I am nothing if not polite.” “Then you are nothing,” she an swered saucily. “Thank you. I was afraid you did not think so much of me.” “You have allowed me,” she con tinued, severely, “to walk home from church alone, and to carry this unassisted.” She held out for his inspection a tiny prayer-book, of which the weight might safely be set down as three ounces. “Good gracious!” exclaimed Win yard, “you do not mean to say that you carried that all the way!” And he gravely took the burden from her hands. “I thought Charlie was with jou,” he continued, apologetically. “No, Mr. Mistley, I was alone.” “It shall not occur again, Miss Wright.” “It is not polite to mimic people, (Mr. Mistley,” said Lena, looking Straight in front of her. They were at the foot stone stairs cut in the wall, ■which were just broad bnough for two persons to pass. Then her humor suddenly changed. “How very foolish we are!” she exclaimed, laughing. Just as she ppoke she slipped backward, and her laugh turned into a little cry of fright. (To be continued.) Earliest Musical Notes. The earliest written signs for mus ical notes were the letters of the al phabet; and tlieir use for this pur pose dates from a very early period. The ancient .Hebrews employed cer tain accents to mark the rise and Tall of the human voice in chanting their psalms and prayers. CARTER LOSES HIS GRAFT MONET. In Court Decision Government Will Get Back Four Hundred Thousand. Judge Kohlsaat in the United States circuit court, at Chicago, has rendered a decision in favor of the government in the suit of Captain Oberlin M. Car ter, formerly United States army en gineer, charged with having defrauded the United States of $700,000 through conspiracy with Contractors Greene and Gay nor. The court ruled that Carter was not entitled to the $400,000 in Union Pa cific registered railroad bonds and oth er securities traced by the government to safety deposit vaults and banks in various parts of the country. 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