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SYNOPSIS.
Agatha Redmond, opera singer, starting
for hit nuto drive In New York, finds a
stranger sent as her chauffeur. She Is
hnnoyed. hut he remains. I.eavlng the car.
she goes Into the park to read the will of
(an old friend of her mother, who has left
her property. There she is accosted by a
'stranger, who follows her to the auto,
climbs In and chloroforms her.
CHAPTER II. —Continued.
So he remembered Clara Van
Camp's advice, wrote the whole story
to Aleck, and cast about for the one
successful business chance In the four
thousand nine hundred and ninety
nine bad ones—as the statistics
have It.
He actually found It in shoes. Foot
ball muscle and grit went Into tho Job
of putting superior shoe on Inferior
foot. If necessary—at least on some
foot. lie got a chance to try his pow
ers In the home branch of a manu
facturing house," and made good.
"When he came to fill a position where
there was opportunity to try new
Ideas, he tried them. He inspected
tanneries and stockyards. Ho got com
posite measurement* of all the feet
In all the women's college* In the
year ninety-seven, he drilled salesmen
and opened a night school for the
buttonhole-makers, he made scientific
study of heels, and be Invented an
aristocratic arch and put it on the
market.
The family Joked about ids doings
as the harmless experiments of a live
ly boy, but presently they began to
enjoy his Income. Through It all they
were affectionate and kind, with the
matter-of-course fondness which a
family gives to the members that
takes the part of useful drudge. John
the pet of the parents, married, and
had Ills own eyes opened. It Is to
be supposed. Donald, tho genius, had
Just nrrtved. after a’ dozen years or
so, at tho stage where he was men
tioned now and then in the literary
journals. But Jim stuck to shoes
and kept the family on a fair tide of
modest prosperity.
Once, In the years of Jim's appren
ticeship to life, there came over him
a fit. of soul-sickness that nearly
proved his ruin.
”1 can’t stand this," he wrote to
Aleck Van Camp; "it’s too hard and
dry and sordid for any man that’s
got n soul. It Isn't the grind I mind,
though that Is bnir enough; It Is the
‘Commercial Idea' that eats Into u
man’s Innards He forgets there are
things that money can t buy, and In
his heart ho grows contemptuous of
anything to be bad ’without money
and without, price.' He can’t help It.
If he is thinking of trade nine-tenths
of the time. Ills mind gets set that
way. I'm ready any minute to Jump
the fence, like father’s old colt up
■on the farm. I'm not a snob, but I
now that there was seine
reason for all our old Harnbleton an
cestors being so finicky about trade.
"Do you remember how we used to
talk, when we were kiddles, about
keeping our Ideal*? Well. I believe
I'm bankrupt, Aleck, In my account
with Ideals. 1 don't want to howl, and
these remarks don't ro with anybody
else, but I can say to you. 1 want them
back again,”
Aleck did as n kiddle should do,
writing much advice on long sheets of
paper, and Illustrating his points
richly, like a good Scotchman, with
scientific Instances. A month or two
later he contrived to have work to
do In Boston, so that he could go out
to Lynn and look up Jimmy's case
He even devised a cure by creating.
In his mind, an office In the biological
world which was to be offered to
Janies on the ground that science
needed Just hts abilities and training.
But when Aleck arrived in Lynn he
found that Jim, In some fashion or
other, had found a cure for himself
He was deeper than ever In the busi
ness. and yet, In some spiritual sense,
he had found himself. He had cap
tured his Ideal again and yoked it to
duty—which is a great feat.
After twelve years of ferocious la
bor, with no vacations to speak of,
James’ mind took a turn for the worse.
Physically he was as sound as a bell,
though of lath-llke thinness; but an
effervescing in his blood lured his
mind away from the study of lasts and
accounts and Parisian models and
sent it careering, like Satan, up and
down the earth. Romance, which had
been drugged during the transition
from youth to manhood, awoke and
coaxed for its rights, and whispered
temptingly in an ear not yet dulled to
Its voice. Freedom, open spaces,
New Ways of Evangelists
Departure From Ola Time Meth
od* Ha* Been Made in Busy
Nv York Street*.
They certainly have speeded up the
gospel wagon hereabout*. Every one
has seen the old-fashioned noon day
evangelist at work. He usually stands
upon a soap box, be is sometimes
aided by a bunch of singers whose
voices need immediate patching, and
he is always earnest, but often re
grettably greasy. Also, a good many
of him have the habit of passing the
hat by proxy before the wary audi
ence can make its getaway The
most elaborate old time outfit only
ran to * cottage organ in a wagon
>The wagon always wheezed and the
-organist knew only the sad tunes—
with a universe full of Joyous melo
dies to pick from. They don't do It
that way any more. Street evangel
ism is on the first speed, along with
everything else. Every noon nowa
days an up-to-date entertainment cotn-
laughter, the fresh sweep of the wind,
tho high buccaneering piracy of life
and Joy—these things beglamoured
his senses.
So one day he locked his desk with
a final click. The business was in
good shape. It Is but Justice to say
that if it had not been, Romance had
dangled her luring wisp o’ light in
vain. Several of his new schemes had
worked out well, his subordinates
were of one mind with him, trade was
flourishing. He felt he could afford
a little spin.
Jlmsy's radiating fancies focussed
themselves, at last, on the vision of
a trig little sail boat, “a Jug of wine,
a loaf of bread" In the cabin, with
possibly a book of verses underneath
tho bow, or more suitably, In the
shadow of the sail; and Aleck Van
Camp and himself astir In the rigging
or plunging together from the gun
wale for an early swim. “And before
I get off, I'll hear a singer that can
slbK." he declared.
He telegraphed Aleck, who was by
this time running down the eyelid of
the squid, to meet him at ills club in
New York. Then he made short work
wltli (ho family. experience had
taught him that an attack from am
bush was most successful.
"Rook here, Edith"—this was at the
breakfast-table the very morning of
lilh departure. Edith was sixteen, the
tallest girl In the academy, almost
ready for college and reckoned quite
a queen In her world -"You bn good
and do my chores for me while I'm
away, and I'll bring you homo a duke.
I ake care of mother’s bronchitis, and
keep the house straight. I’m going on
a cruise."
All right, Jim”—Edith could al
ways be counted on to catch the ball
’go ahead and have a bully time
and don’t drown yourself. I’ll drive
the team straight to water, mother
and dad and tho whole outfit, trust
mo!”
Considering the oceaslon and the
correctness of the sentiment*. Jim
forbore, for once, from making the
daily suggestion that she chasten her
language. By the time tho family ap
peared, Jim had laid out a rigid
course of action for Miss Edith, who
rose to the occasion like a soldier.
“Mother’ll miss you, of course, but
Jack and Harold” —tw'o of Edith’s ad
mirers “Jack and Hnrold can come
around every day—stout arm to lean
upon, that sort of thing. You know
mother can’t bn a bit jolly without
plenty of men about, and since Sue
became engaged she really doesn’t
count. The boys will think they are
rulining things, of course, but they’ll
see my iron hand in the velvet glove
you can throw a blue chip on that,
Jltnsy. And don’t kiss me, Jim, for
Dorothy Snell and I vowed, when we
wished each other’s rings on —Oh. well,
brothers don’t count.”
And so, amid the farewells of a ten
der, protesting family, he got off.
leaving Edith in the midst of one of
her monologues.
There was a telegram In New York
saying that Aleck Van Camp would
join him In three days, at the latest.
Harnbleton disliked the club and left
It. although his first Intention had
been to put up there. He picked out
a modest, up-town hotel, new to him,
for no other reason than that It had
a pretty name, Tho Then he
began to consider details.
The day after his arrival was occu
pied in making arrangements for hts
boat. He put Into this matter the
snme painstaking buoyancy that he
had put Into a dull business for
twelve years. He changed his plans
half a dozen times, and exceeded them
wholly In the size and equipment of
the little vessel, and In the conse
quent expense; but he justified him
self, as men will, by a dozen good
reasons. The trig little sailboat
turned out to be a respectable yacht,
steam, at that. She was called the
Sea Gull Neat In the beam, stanch
in tiie bows, rigged for coasting and
provided with a decent living outfit,
sho was "good enough for any gentle
man." in the opinion of the agent who
rented her. Jim was half ashamed at
giving up the more robust scheme of
sailing hts own boat, with Aleck; but
some vague and expansive spirit
moved him "to see," as he said,
"what It would be like to go as far and
as fast as we please." While they
were about tt, they would call on some
cousins at liar Harbor and get good
fun out of It.
The Idea of his holiday grew as he
played with tt. As his spin took on
a more complicated character, his
mittee can be seen from the windows
of the Times-Star olttce at work on
t*Hd*on square, says the New York
correspondent of that paper The
evangelist rides to his daily task in
taxicab and when it is his time
to speak he stands on the front seat
and steadies himself by holding to the
drivers head. In the cab are from
time to five good looking women—
good looking; get that" who can
and do sing Sometimes they are
accompanied by a cornetist who I* a
real artist. They sing regular songs,
too. with a gospel flavor and at a
quickstep. Sometimes they use meg
aphones pointed upward at the win
dow* of the surrounding skyscrapers
Heads jam those windows the mo
ment the first note is heard. There
isn t anything cheap or commonplace
or sordid in the outfit. The women
are well dressed and have good
voice* The speaker is always witty
and eloquent—and he Is just as
earnest, even If his coal does fit and
zest rose. He went forth on Sunday
feeling as if some vital change was
impending. His little cruise loomed
up large, Important, epochal. He
laughed at himself and thought, with
his customary optimism, that a vaca
tion was worth waiting twelve years
for, if waiting endowed it with such
a flavor. Jim knew that Aleck would
relish the spin, too. Aleck’s nature
was that of a grind tempered with
sportiness. .Tim sat down Sunday
morning and wrote out the whole pro
gram for Aleck's endorsement, sent
the letter by special delivery and went
out to reconnoiter.
The era of Sunday orchestral con
certs had begun, but that day, to Jim’s
regret, the singer was not. a contralto.
"Dramatic Soprano” was on the pro
gram; anew name, quite unknown to
Jim. His Interest in the soloist
waned, but the orchestra was enough.
He thanked Heaven that he was past
the primitive stage of thinking any
single voice more interesting than the
assemblage of instruments known as
orchestra.
Harnbleton found a place Iri the dim
vastness of the hall, and sank Into his
seat in a mood of vivid anticipation.
The instruments twanged, the audi
ence gathered, and at last the music
began. Its first effect was to rouse
Harnbleton to a sharp attention to de
tails —the director, the people in the
orchestra, the people In the boxes;
and then he settled down, thinking
his thoughts. The past, the future,
life and Us meaning, love and its
power, tho long, long thoughts of
youth and ambition and desire came
flocking to his brain. The noble con
fluence of sound that is music worked
upon him its immemorial miracle; his
heart softened, his Imagination glowed,
his spirit stirred. Time was lost to
him—and earth.
The orchestra ceased, but TTamblp
ton did not heed tho commotion about
him. The pause and the fresh be
ginning of the strings scarcely dis
turbed his ecstatic reverie. A deep
hush lay upon the vast assemblage,
broken only by the voices of tho vio
lins. And then, in the zone of silence
that lay over the listening people—
silence that vibrated to the memory
of the strings—there rose a little
song. To Harnbleton, sitting ab
sorbed. it was as if the circuit which
galvanized him Into life had suddenly
been completed. He sat up The sing
er’s lips wore slightly parted, and her
voice at first was no more than the
half-voice of a flute, sweet., gentle, be
guiling. It was borne upward on the
crest, of the melody, fuller and fuller,
as on a flooding tide.
"Free of my pain, free of my burden of
sorrow.
At last I shall soo time—"
There was freedom In the volee, and
the sense of space, of wind on the wa
ters, of life and the love of life.
•limsy was a soft-hearted fellow. He
never knew what happened to him;
but after uncounted minutes he
seemed to he choking, while the or
chestra and the people In boxes and
the singer herself swam In a hazy
distance. He shook himself, called
somebody he knew very well an Idiot,
and laughed aloud In his joy; but his
laugh did not matter, for It was
drowned In the roar of applause that
reached the roof.
Jim did not applaud. He w'ent out
doors to think about it; and after a
time he found, to his surprise, that
he could recall not only the song, but
the singer, quite distinctly. It was a
tall, womanly figure, and a fair, bright
face framed abundantly with dark
hair, and the least little humorous
twitch to her lips. And her name was
Agatha Redmond.
"Of course, she can sing; but it
isn't like having the real thing—’tisn't
an alto," said Jimsy ungratefully and
just from habit.
The day's experience filled his
thoughts and quieted his restlessness.
He awaited Aleck with entire pa
tience. Monday morning he spent in
small necessary business affairs, se
curing, among other things, several
hundred dollars, which he put in his
money-belt. About the middle of the
afternoon he left his hotel, engaged
a taxicab and started for Riverside.
The late summer day was fine, with
the afternoon haze settling over river
and town. He watched the procession
of carriages, the horseback riders, the
people afoot, the children playing on
the grass, with a feeling of comrade
ship. Was he not also tasting free
dom—a lord of the earth? His gaze
trnveled out to the river, with the
glimmer here and there of a tug-boat,
a little steamer, or the white sail of
a pleasure craft. The blood of some
seagoing ancestor stirred In his veins,
and he thrilled at the thought of the
days to come when his prow should
be headed offshore.
Tho taxicab had its limitations, and
Hambleton suddenly became impa
tient of its monotonous slithering
along the firm road. Telling the drtv
or to follow him, he descended and
crossed to where Cathedral Parkway
switches off. He walked briskly, feel
ing the tonic of the sea air, and circled
the cathedral, where workmen were
lounging away after their day's toll.
The unfinished edifice loomed up like
a giant skeleton of some prehistoric
era. and through its mighty open
arches and buttresses Jim saw fleecy
his collar is dnndruffless. When the
noon hour is over they ride to their
homes in the taxi. It is a departure
from the accepted rules of street
evangelism—but isn't it like New
York?
Steam for the Soil.
For a year or two past certain grow
ers of tomatoes, cucumbers and simi
lar vegetables for the London market
have been Injecting steam into the soil
with a view to destroying insects and
slugs. It is reported that the plan
works very well for that purpose, but
the operation brought to light an un
expected fact —namely, that the soil
thus treated increased greatly in fer
tility ; so greatly. Indeed, that the ordi
nary amount of manure cannot bo
used afterward
This effect has been explained as be
ing due to the sterilization produced
| by the steam, which kills the phago
cytes or protozoa which in ordinary
circumstances keep down the number
of bacteria in the soil whose opera
tions are beneficent in turning organic
nitrogen Into plant food.—Harpers
Weekly.
clouds scudding across the western
sky. A stone saint, muffled in burlap,
had just been swung up into his
windy niche, but had not yet discard
ed his robes of the world. Hamble
ton was regarding the shapeless fig
ure with mild interest, wondering
which saint of the calendar could look
so grotesque, when a sound drew his
attention sharply to earth. It was a
small sound, but there was some
thing strange about it. It was start
ling as a flash in a summer sky.
Besides the workmen, there was no
living thing in sight on the hillside
except his own taxicab, swinging
slowly up the avenue at that moment,
and a covered motor-car getting up
speed a square away. Even as the
car approached, Hamblton decided
that the strange sound had proceed
ed from its ambushed tonneau; and it
was, surely, a human voice of distress.
He stepped forward to the curb. The
car was upon him, then lumbered
heavily and swiftly past. But on the
instant of Its passing there appeared,
beneath the lifted curtain and quite
near his own face, the face of the
singer of yesterday; and from pale,
agonized lips, as if with dying breath,
she cried, “Help, help!”
Harnbleton knew her Instantly, al
though the dark abundance of her hair
was almost lost beneath hat and flow
ing veil, and the bright, humorous ex
pression was blotted out by fear. He
stood for a moment rooted to the curb,
watching the dark mass of the car as
it swayed down the hill. Then he
beckoned sharply to his driver, met
the taxicab half way, and pointed to
the disappearing machine.
“Quick! Can you overtake it?”
“I'd like nothing better than to run
down one o’ them Dook machines!”
said the driver.
CHAPTER 111.
Midsummer Madness.
The driver of the taxicab proved
to be a sound sport.
Five minutes of luck, aided by
nerve, brought the two machines
somewhat nearer together. The mo
tor-car gained in the open spaces, the
taxicab caught up when it came to
weaving its way in and out and dodg
ing the trolleys. At the frequent mo
ments when he appeared to be losing
the car, Harnbleton reflected that he
had its number, which might lead to
something. At the Waldorf the car
slowed up, and the cab came within a
few yards. Harnbleton made up his
mind at that instant that he had been
mistaken in his supposition of trouble
threatening the lady, and looked mo
mently to see her step from the car
into the custody of those starched and
lacquered menials who guard the por
tals of fashionable hotels.
But it was so. A signal was Inter
changed between the occupants of the
car and some watcher In the door
way, and the car sped on. Hamble
ton, watching steadily, wondered.
"If she Is being kidnaped, why
•doesn’t she make somebody hear?
Plenty of chance. They couldn’t have
killed her—that Isn’t done.”
And yet his heart smote him as he
remembered the terror and distress
written on that countenance and the
cry for help.
'•Something was the matter,” mem
ory insisted. “There they go west;
west Tenth, Alexander Street, Tenth
Avenue —”
The car lumbered on, the cab half a
block, often more, in the rear, through
endless regions of small shops and
offices huddled together above narrow
sidewalks, through narrow and wind
ing streets paved with cobblestones
and jammed with cars 'and trucks,
squeezing past curbs where dirty
children sat playing within a few
inches of death-dealing wheels. Ham
bleton wondered what kept them from
being killed by hundreds dally, but
the wonder was immediately forgot
ten in anew subject for thought. The
cab had stopped, although several
yards of clear road lay ahead of it.
The driver was climbing down. The
motor-car was nosing its way along
nearly a block ahead. Hambleton
leaped out.
“Of course, we’ve broken down?”
ho mildly inquired. Deep in his heart
he was superstttiouslv thinking that
he would let fate determine his next
move; If there were obstacles in the
way of his further quest, well and
good; he would follow the Face no
longer.
“If you'll wait just a minute —” the
driver was saying, “until I get m.v kit
out—”
Hut Hambleton, looking ahead, saw
that the car had disappeared, and his
mind suddenly veered.
"Not this time,” he announced.
“Here, the meter says four-twenty—
you take this. I’m ofT.” He put a five
dollar bill into the hand of the driver
and started on an easy run toward
the west.
He had caught sight of tho smoke
stacks and masts in the near distance,
telling him that the motor-car had
almost, if not quite, reached the river.
Such a vehicle could not disappear
and leave no trace: it ought to be
easy to find. Ahaed of him flaring
lights alternated with the steady,
piercing brilliance of the incandes
cents. and both struggled against the
lingering daylight.
Ruskin a Great Teacher
Knew How to Lead the Child, Youth
and Mature Man and
Woman.
What a teacher Ruskln was! He
gave himself to those who came, en
tering keenly into the young delight
in the perception of new truths and
beauty, knowing how to take the
learner stop by step as he saw the
way ahead He charmed all with his
inimitable style even when he spoke
to the humblest in the guild of St.
George
To the sensitive, impressionable
nature of childhood he came with a
flood of artistic criticism that made
us yearn to draw and paint, to depict
the delicate tracery of tree stems or
catch the varied tints of mountain,
lake, or cloud; while his scorn for
careless unconsclentious artwork
drove us to strive for the best.
To the growing youth he brought
such a keen perception of moral beau
ty as made us desire to realize some
A heavy policeman at the corner
had seen the car. He pointed west
into the cavernous darkness of the
wharves.
“If she ain’t down at the Imperial
docks she’s gone plump into the river,
for that’s the way she went,” he in
sisted. The policeman had the bear
ing of a major-general and the accent
of the city of Cork. Harnbleton went
on past the curving street-car tracks,
dodged a loaded dray emerging from
the dock, and threaded his way under
the shed. He passed piles of trunks,
and a couple of truckmen dumping
assorted freight from an ocean liner.
No motor-car or veiled lady, nor
sound of anything like a woman’s
voice. Harnbleton came out into the
street again, looked about for another
probable avenue of escape for the
car and was at the point of bafflement,
when the major-general pounded slow
ly along his way.
"In there, my son, and no nice place
either!" pointing to a smaller entrance
alongside the Imperial docks, almost
concealed by swinging signs. It was
plainly a forbidden way, and at first
sight appeared too narrow for the
passage of any vehicle whatsoever.
But examination showed that it was
not too narrow; moreover, it opened
on a level with the street.
"If you really want her, she’s in
there, though what’ll be to pay if
you go in there without a permit, L
don’t know-. I’d hate to have to ar
rest you.”
“It might be the best thing for me
if you did, but I’m going in. You
might wait here a minute, Captain, if
you will.”
"I will that; more especially as that
car was a stunner for speed and I
already had my eye on her. I’d like
to see you fish her out of that hole.”
But Harnbleton was out of earshot
and out of sight. An empty passage
smelling of bilge-water and pent-up
gases opened suddenly on to the larg
er dock. Damp flooring with wide
cracks stretched off to the left; on
the right the solid planking terminat
ed suddenly in huge piles, against
which the water, capped with scum
and weeds, splashed fitfully. The riv
er bank, lined with docks, seemed
lulled into temporary quietness. Ferry
boats steamed at their labors farther
up and down the river, but the cur
rents of travel left here and there a
peaceful quarter such as this.
Hambleton’s gaze searched the dock
and the river in a rapid survey. The
dock itself was dim and vast, with a
few workmen looking like ants in the
distance. It offered nothing of en
couragement; but on the river, fifty
yards away, and getting farther away
every minute, was a yacht’s tender.
The figures of the two rowers were
quite distinct, their oare making
rhythmical flashes over the water,
but it was impossible to say exactly
what freight, human or otherwise, it
carried. It was evident that there
"were people aboard, possibly several.
Even as Harnbleton strained his eyes
to see, the outlines of the rowboat
merged into the dimness. It wa_
pointed like a gun toward a large
yacht lying at ancher further out in
the stream. The vessel swayed pret
tily to the current, and slowly swung
its diqi light from the masthead.
“They’ve got her—out in that boat,”
said Harnbleton to himself, feeling,
while the words were on his lips,
that he was drawing conclusions un
warranted by the evidence. Thus he
stood, one foot on the slippery log
siding of the dock, watching while the
little drama played Itself out, so far
as his present knowledge could go. His
judgment still hung in suspense, but
his senses quickened themselves to
detect, if possible, what the outcome
might be. He saw the tender ap
proach the boat, lie alongside; saw
one sailor after another descend the
rope ladder, saw a limp, inert mass
lifted from the rowboat and carried
up, as if it had been merchandise, to
the deck of the yacht; saw two men
follow the limp bundle over the gun
wale; and finally saw the boat herself
drawn up and placed In her davits.
Hambleton's mind at last slid to its
conclusion, like a bolt Into its socket.
"They’re kidnaping her, without a
doubt,” he said slowly. For a moment
he was like one struck stupid. Slowly
he turned to the dock, looking up and
down its orderly but unprepossessing
clutter. Dim lights shone here and
there, and a few hands were at work
at the farther end. The dull silence,
the unresponsive preoccupation of
whatever life was in sight, made it all
seem as remote from him and from
this tragedy as from the stars.
In fact, it was impersonal and re
mote to such a degree that Hamble
ton's practical mind halted yet an in
stant. in doubt whether there were
not some plausible explanation. The
thought came back to him suddenly
that the motor-car must be somewhere
in the neighborhood if his conclusion
were correct.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
His Ignorance.
“Have you ever studied French-
Miss Poodsleigh?”
"Why, that was French I was just
i speaking to the maid.”
"Oh. was it? I didn’t knowvthat
one had to scream when one talked
i French to a Dane."
noble ideal In life, to enter seriously
some pursuit with a pure love of do
i ing beautiful work, wuiie his con
tempt for machine-made articles of
poor finish taught us to value those
noble craftsmen of all ages who took
infinite pains with all that was worth
doing.
To our ripening manhood and worn
-1 nnhocd he opened the Ideals of unsel
fish life, where all might let their
hearts delight in the labor of their
hands and none should toil with suf
fering for a miserable pittance; while
his prophetic denunciations of the
hideous conditions prevailing in our
large manufacturing districts made
us earnestly seek to probe these
sores and find their cure —Theosopb
ical Path.
His Specialty.
“That umbrella admirer of yours
certainly decks himself out in gay col
ors.”
"Well, isn't he a rain beau?”
LITTLE ITEMS FROMGEORGIA CITILS
Kingston.—The glass doors of J. W.
McKelvay’s store building were brok
en open by burglars and the contents
of the postoffice, which is kept in
the building, were turned topsy-turvy,
evidently in the search for money.
The authorities have been notified.
Ashburn.—The body of Chief of Po
lice J. D. L. Moore was found near
a swamp back of the farmers’ ginne
ry at this place. Search was begun
about 9 o’clock and the body was dis
covered about twelve, and had' evi
dently been there for some four or
five hours, as it was perfectly cold
when found.
Macon.— The first prosecution in
Macon for violation of the state pure
food law ocurred when M. Hubbard,
who runs a bottling works on Cotton
avenue, was convicted of selling a
soft drink known as “Jersey Creme,”
and which contains saccharine, a poi
sonous chemical. He was fined S2O
and future sale of the drink is pro
hibited.
Waycross.—Between Waycross and
Blackshear Mr. and Mrs. B. D. Wood
ard of Haywood were held up by two
white men. The highwmymen secur
ed nothing for their trouble, but made
a bold attempt. Mr. Woodard
was driving his auto and had gotten
out to start the engine after he stop
ped in a bad place on the road. Open
knives were displayed by the men.
LaGrange—While on their way from
a friend's house, the joyful laughter
of two sweethearts was ■stilled and
turned to anguish when T. J. Bridges,
depot agent at Stovall, Ga., just 3 4
miles from LaGrange, on the Atlanta,
Birmingham and Atlantic railroad,
shot and instantly killed the young
lady walking at his side. She was
Miss Mary Simmons, his sweetheart,
with whom he was returning from a
visit to a friend who had just been
married. The shooting was acciden
tal.
Lawrenceville.—M. Witt Cole, Law
renceville’s police chief, who recent
ly captured Vade Higgins, the famous
fugitive, who for fourteen years elud
ed Gwinnett county officials and a
relentless-band of relatives of the man
he slew in 4S9S, is in jail here, charg
ed with accepting a bribe from his re
markable prisoner and restoring free
dom to his captive. He has been in
dicted by courts of Mena, Ark., for
bribery. It is alleged that he accept
ed SIOO from Higgins in Mena, and
two passengers upon the train from
which Cole’s captive gained his lib
erty have offered their services vol
untarily as witnesses to the bribery
transaction.
Albany.—As illustrating the contin
ued popularity of pecan groves as in
vestments, a sale just consummated
at Baconton, just below Albany, on
the Atlantic Coast Line railway, is
interesting. The sale was made to
New York parties, who purchased 45
acres of the Jackson groves, paying
therefore SIB,OOO or S4OO an acre.
The trees on this tract are but two
years old, but they are of the best
budded varieites, and are growing
rapidly, a perfect stand having been
secured. Some of the trees will bear
a few nuts next year, and the crop
will bear a few nuts next year, and
the crop will increase rapidly from
year to year.
Covington.—Thirteen cars of a
freight train on the Georgia railroad
from Atlanta to Augusta went
through the Yellow river trestle, four
miles above Covington. .No one was
hurt. The engine and one car of
mules remained on the trestle on one
side and the caboose and three cars
remained on the other. One car of
furniture, two of acid, one of flour,
one of Irish potatoes and eight cars
of freight of various kinds are in
the river and practically a totaj loss.
The cars were torn to pieces. Pas
sengers, mail and express were trans
ferred by teams in the employ of the
railroad. All trains are delayed sev
eral hours.
Griffin. —The sale of near beer,
which has for some years been one
of the most interesting issues with
which the city council has to con
tend, was up for consideration again
at the meeting of the municipal body.
The license was reduced from SS,OOO
in 1912 to $6,000 for the ensuing
year. One councilman, Paul Flynt
moved that the tax be fixed at $lO,-
000 and his motion was seconded by
Alderman E. P. Edwards. Alderman
M. J. Janes offered an amendment
asking that the license be placed at
$6,000, and was seconded by Alder
man George L. English. The amend
ment was voted upon first, and won.
Bowdon. —A pistol ball was fired in
to the head of Charles Woodward by-
Lem Hyatt at a point just across the
Alabama line, a few' miles west of
this place. The first shot passed
through Woodwards hat and the sec
ond entered his head just above the
left eye. It is said that Woodward
had his open knife in his hand at
the time of the shooting. It is also
reported that Hyatt was waiting for
Woodward to come by to settle an
old grudge.
Dalton, Newt Whittetn of Tun
nel Hill, is in jail here, with several
warrants against him. It is alleged
that he attempted to kill Gordon Har
ris of Tunnel Hill, and was frustrated
by Harris’ son. Whitten is said tc
have armed himself with a revolver
and gone to the Harris home, where
he shot Mr. Harris' dog. He then
went to the door and knocked, and
on Mr. Harris' opening it. it is alleg
ed, he placed his pistol at £is breast,
stating that he was going to kill him
Mr. Harris' son was near by and
knocked Whitten down.
Cordele. Approximately SIO,OOO
was the consideration in th? transfer
of a COO-acre Crisp coun’v farm by
M. H. Rogers to C. D. Hcwington of
Thomas county, and H. Walter cf
Wilcox county. The farm is a fam
ous potato and cane plantation. Mr
Regers having made records during
the past several years in growing
these crops.
Cedartow^, —Notification has just
been received that the treasury de
parraent is advertising for bids
for the new $30,000 postoffice build
ing secured for Csdartown by Con
gressman Gordon Lee.
HELD FOR_ MURDER
WOMAN PHYSICIAN URGED WED
DING AND HER DEATH SOON
FOLLOWED.
BLOODY KIMONAAS EVIDENCE
Undertaker Ragsdale Accused of Con
cealing Crime—Death of Hel
ene Knabe Long a Mystery.
Indianapolis, Ind.—Dr. William B
Craig, president of a veterinary col
lege, who. with Alonzo M. Ragsdale,
an undertaker, was indicted in con
nection with the murder of Dr. Hel
ene Knabe on October 23, 1911, ap
peared in criminal court and was re
leased under $15,000 bond. Ragsdale
was in Columbus, Ind., but probably
will appear in court and give bond.
Craig was indicted for murder and
Ragsdale as an accessory after the
fact, being charged with having con
cealed evidence after the murder was
committed.
It was learned in the evidence sub
mitted to the grand jury that Doctor
Knabe had insisted upon Doctor Craig
marrying her just a night or two be
fore the woman was found dead. The
two had been friends for many years
and were often together, but seldom
seen together in public places. Doctor
Craig often took her riding in his au
tomobile, according to testimony, and
it was shown that Dr. Knabe enjoyed
his society.
The police, after a lengthy examina
tion at the time of the murder, re
ported that Doctor Knabe died by her
own hand and dropped the case. Cor
oner Durham, however, who examined
many witnessese at his inquest, re
turned a verdict that the woman was
murdered by persons unknown.
Doctor Craig has long been men
tioned in connection with the case
and during the meeting of the grand
jury last April was called before that
body and questioned several hours.
Ragsdale’s indictment came as a
surprise. His name was not used in
the case until a short time ago. when
he was ordered by the grand jury
to produce before it a silk kimono,
which it was known Doctor Knabe
had been accustomed to wear when
answering professional calls at her
door late at night. A piece was cut
from the hem of the garment, and
it is declared chemical analysis show
ed ic to have been stained by human
blood, and that it had been washed
in a strong chemical solution. Rags
dale, who was administrator of Doc
tor Knahe’s estate, explained that the
kimono was found in her apartment
and left in his shop along with sever
al other things of Doctor Knabe's ef
fects which were of little or no val
ue. The detectives’ report declared
that the sworn statements of Augus
ta Knabe, the doctor’s sister; Kath
erine McPherson, the office girl, and
Coroner Durham showed that the ki
mono was not in the room w'hen the
body was found.
BURNS RECORDS; KILLS SELF
Thomas Nall, Griffin Official, Ends
Life With Bullet.
Griffin, Ga. —Following the disclos
ure that the city’s important tax
books and other records for the past
thirteen years were found to be miss
ing on the day following the funeral
of Thomas Nall, aged 74 years, and
for thirty-eight years city clerk and
treasurer of Griffin, came the start
ling announcement that Nall had died
by his own hand and not by apo
plexy, as had at first been given out.
A searching investigation of what
little remains of the city’s records is
now being made behind closed doors
in the city hall by expert auditors,
who are also establishing a new'
financial system for the city.
The city' council finance committee
has obtained evidence that at least
part of the records were burned by
the aged clerk and treasurer the day
before he blew out his brains. Why
he did this is a puzzle the auditors
are now trying to solve. They can
think of but tw'o reasons —a possible
shortage which the aged clerk wished
to carry with him as a secret to the
grave, or a resentment at having his
books examined and anew system
installed after he had conducted the
affairs of his office honestly and suc
cessfully all these years.
Turks Ask for Mediation.
London. —After a fortnight of spar
ring and feinting, Turkey has finally
shown her hand in the peace confer
ence. Mediation by the great pow
ers is the Ottoman scheme for emerg
ing from the war with the best pact
for the nation and for the plenipoten
tiaries. which the situation will per
mit. The Turkish delegates proposed
this solution in guarded terms. The
delegation had received fresh instruc
tions from the porte. Then Rechad
Pasha came to the point to which the
Ottomans had been leading up to.
Taft Church Plans New Building.
Washington—The congregation of
All Souls" Unitarian church, of which
President Taft is a member, has de
cided to begin at once the erection of
anew- building to cost $300,000, and
which, when completed, will be the
last word in ecclesiastical architec
ture. The announcement was made
that the building would be equipped
with a gymnasium, social center
rooms ar.d other adjuncts not. a part
of the present structure. Efforts will
be made to lay the cornerstone be
fore March 4.
Dynamiters Taken to Leavenworth.
Indianapolis. Ind. —A special train
carrying the thirty-three labor union
officials to Leavenworth, Kans.. left
here over the Pennsylvania railroad
Sam Lewis. San Francisco member
of the executive board of the Iron
Workers' Union, and J. E. McClor*
acting secretary of the union, who
are the only officials of the Interna-'
tionil union out on bail, were present
to see the train off. Strung along
the sidewalk were wives and friends
of the convicted men.