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HENRY COUNTY WEEKLY.
J. A. FOUCHE, Publisher.
R. L. JOHNSON, Editor.
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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.
Under the decision the government
will retain these securities and tho fa
mous caae, which resulted in the con
viction of Captain Carter and of Greene
and Gaynor and the imposing of peni
tentiary sentences, is brought to a
close.
The funds of Captain Carter, which
the government claims were proceeds
of Carter’s collusion with Greene and
Gaynor are tied up by suits pending in
the federal courts of New York, New
Jersey, West Virginia, Georgia and Illi
nois. By agreement all of these suits
were consolidated and tried before
Judge Kohlsaat in the United States
circuit court in Chicago about a year
ago. It is the claim of Carter that the
funds in question were given him by
his father-in-law, the late Robert F
Westcott, of New York.
FOUR STEAMSHIPS A WEEK.
Two to New York and Two to Boston
Planned by Officials of Bee Line
Four ships a week out of Brunswick,
Ga., the seaport terminus of the At
lanta, Birmingham and Atlantic rail
road, is the arrangement which has
been perfected to go into effect on
March 1 and announced by Traffic Man
ager. Rowland of the Atlanta, Birming
ham and Atlantic railroad and the
Brunswick Steamship company.
R. O. JACKSON,
Attorney-at-Law,
McOOXOUQH, GA.
Office over Star Store.
E. M. SHITH,
Attorney at Law, # -
Me Doxough, Ga.
Office over Star Store, south side square.
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to. 53y Am premared to negotiate louu
on real estate. Terms easy.
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