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(From the play by George Scar
boroup- now being presenter! at the
Thlrtv-nmth Street Theater. New York.
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International News Service.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"Ah District Attorney 1 fake your
word. Captain Holbrook." said Gordon
Graham at last, and he little guessed
how he was serving his daughter at
tha- particular moment.
“Thank you." said the man on parole,
quietly.
•Tome, Chief,“ said Graham
"Both knobs, gentlemen." aaid Hoi
brook, as they iried the door "It » a
spring lock, remember That s it
(P>o<1-night "
He stood quite still on his hearth
stone for a moment, listening to make
sure of retreating footsteps
••The lx»rd be praised!" ejaculated
Father Shannon piously.
"Yes. praise Him. by all means—but
not too loudly those walnut doors may
have ears "
Holbrook listened for a final second
and then opened the door that led to
his own rooms
"Aline my dear." he called
'Safe?” called the girl, in exquisite
relief
"Yes—I'm on parole "
"You both look very serious what
was it?" asked the girl, In surprise
Alines Oath.
When a woman finds that the enemy
has been forced to retreat she thinks
the victory has been won. It is men
who are trained in battle and who
know that retreat may mask an am
buscade a sortie* and that first honors
do not decide the conflict.
"It is serious you don't know how
serious," said the Captain, iri a tone
to match his words then seeing Hie
mask of fear draw over the girl's
brightened face, h* determined to bring
a moment of relief again "Surely It
is serious why, nayther of us darea to
drink a drop of the whisky!" he
laughed
The girl smiled wanly.
Now listen. Aline, my dear SWEAR
TO ME THAT YOl’ WIN, REFUSE
TO TALK OF ANYTHING THAT'S
HAPPENED TO-NIGHT UNLESS 1
AM WITH YOU.”
“To whom mustn’t I talk’"
"To any one—even to Father Shan
non
When the man who loves her gives
a woman his first command, and she
obeys, she answers him as well as if
she cried aloud, "I love you." For
when an independent human soul takes
orders from another and there is no re
lationship of fear of master to man
then the great ruling power that im
pels obedience is l^ove
Aline raised her eves to the face of
the man to whom ahe had given her
heart, but to whom ahe could not give
herself
"I promise "
"Rut take your oath ’So help you
God! "
‘ You doubt her truth?" asked the
Father, gravely.
"No. Father, but I want her to he
able to say that she is under a vow of
silence."
Aline s eves had not left her captain's
face There was a thrill of underlying
Joy in being directed by him in her
hour of great peril.
"I swear—I swear!" she said, in a
tone that was a sacred promise
"And now good-night." The man’s
voice deepened to the tone of life’s ten
derest music- an unselfish, protecting
J love "Remember, that I love you.
Good-night, father, and remember that
1 you are faking with you the dearest
i thing in all the world to me."
The Police Return.
j "Good-night, my lad."
! "flood-night, and God bless you for a
I true friend flood-night, my lady.’
Holbrook's hand was on the spring
lock a moment more and he would
have lifted it to open the door for
his honored guests but there was the
thundering knock of authority on the
panels.
"Hello.*’ called the Captain The fa
ther led the terrified girl back to the
door behind which she had once before
hidden
"Captain," called the voice of Chief
Dempster The enemy had ma^e a
sortie.
"Come in." cried I^arry easily, wait
ing for Father Shannon fo regain his
position. "Oh, wait a minute excuse
me I'm always forgettin* that spring
look."
He opened the door. Chief Dempster
and Robert. Graham re-entered his
rooms. Their faces were cold and
stern.
"Did ye forget something''" queried
dauntless Larry, with an assumption of
case he was far from feeling
"There is a taxi waiting below." said
Dempster, sternly and accusingly, to
Father .Shannon.
"Yes."
"For you, the chauffeur says "
"Yes but you're welcome to it." A
smile brushed across the Captain's fa< e
what an apt pupil in the art of
finesse was his friend the priest!
"You came in it. lames, the man told
me so This w'as man to man and
Father Shannon was only "James" to
the chief now.
"I did."
"I’ll phone for another sit down, all
of you/’ said the Captain, as if suddenly
reminded of his duties as a host.
Chief Dempster chose to ignore this.
"The man says, with a woman."
"The chaufTeur says that?" The fa
titer would do his best for the lad ami
lass he loved but the church < ou d not
take upon itself the black sin of an out
right lie and the father felt helpless in
the net now
"Yes the chauffeur says that!"
Holbrook had crossed over to it is great |
Russian chair -he was leaning forward
across its back, now quite relaxed per
fectly at ease or. so lie must look to
any observer but in the second when
tlie other man had been observing Fa j
ther Shannon and not Captain Itol
brook, a sly, thoughtful expression had
crossed his face that was now so bland |
and childlike in its engaging honest>
There were still a few curds left in his
pack lie would play them one at a time
for h!s queen.
"What's the use of further deception.
Mr. Graham!" exclaimed Holbrook In a
tone of determination fo confess a mat
ter and get It over with.
The three men turned to him with as
tonishment in various terms writ large
on their faces What would he tell?
How fur was lie prepared to go?
"Well?" queried Graham, Impatiently.
"That Item about my engagement to
your daugh er was inserted by the so
ciety editress a ’lady,’ as you’ve just
said, chief she says 'twas Flagg the
dead man round the corner that told
her my (‘all on the man related to
tiiat
All the kisses that all the vagabonds
of all the ages have put on the "War
ney stone' lifted Captain Holbrook's
Ups in a smile of engaging candor ami
ir. a simple little tone of emphasis he
told the truth as best calculated to de
ceive.
"I won't say that any lady came here
with Father Shannon and I won't say
she didn’t. Hut I do say that if that
lady WAS with Rim she left before you
came, and that she's sorry enough for
her part in the matter."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
g^rr^HAT word ‘wise’ is a funny
j word, ain’t it, George?" said
the Manicure Lady. "There
was two gents in here this morning
to have their nails did. and both of
them was wise, only in different
ways. The first gent that came In
was a middle-aged fellow’ from a
small town. He told me frank
enough that he didn't have the habit
of getting manicured, and he »aid the
only reason he came in was because
he had three or four hangnails and
had heard somewhere that a mani
cure could fix hangnails fine. He was
awful nice and gentlemanly to me.
and told me that lie liked it in the
small town better than in the city.
He said that he was a merchant in
the amall town and was doing sc
well that he wouldn’t care to move
Into a city where everything was new
and strange He wasn’t dreeeed very
•well, as far as style goes, and he
didn't have no flip talk, hut I could
•re that he had lots of brains, and i
knew he was a man."
"I noticed him when he went ost. '
said the Head Barber. "He didn't
give you no tip, though."
"1 didn't want no lip from him,"
declared the Manicure Lady. "Let
the fresh guys tip me, as long sr
to the Aquarium and ask a fish?’
That made me kind of tired, so I
tells the middle-aged gent where
there is a big hardware store, and
after he had went I gave young
sporty a swift call for getting freab
with his elders I talked to him
until I had de9austed all my elegance,
and It didn't do no good. He Just
kept grinning that wise grin of his
at me and winking his right eye. He
sure did give that wink a merry
game "They've go* to get up early
in the a. m. when they put one over
on me, Ambrose the live one,’ he says
to me. ‘Maybe I might have let one
g » over my head once, but if I eve;
did I must have been when I Just got
up and w’as rubbing my eyes,’ he says.
He pulled three of the latest stag*
Jokes, gave me a Imitation of himself
Imitating George Cohan, and pulled
a lot of flash conversation, til during
the time I was hurrying madly to
get his nails did and get him out of
the shop.
"That Is the kind of wise guys that
j our big city is getting choked up
with. George When they know-
enough slang to keep everybody
guessing about what they are talking
about they think they are deep. They
ain't any deeper than a saucer, and
nobody ever got drowned in a saucer,
if you ever want to get in dutch with
1 zvo Magnificent Styles
FULLY DESCRIBED BY OLIVETTE
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A Bachelor’s Diary)
HE WRITE:, OF A HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE
For the woman who
finds fur beyond her means,
we suggest the use of os
trich combined with velvet
—or of the ever-useful and
warm marabou.
The gown shown on the
left is of blue satin with
belt and surplice folds of
brown velvet.
Vanila brown velvet forms
the centre of the scarf—
and the ostrich or marabou
should be of the same tone.
On the muff are three
bands of the velvet—and
four of the feather trim
ming.
Bows of satin in rosette
form finish the outer bands
of the velvet—and long
ends of the ostrich fall from
them,
This will be fonnd a very
useful way to utilize old
s
. * 1
T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on th£ right de
pends for its effectiveness upon line and color. And the two
combine In the shading draperies of the rich material.
The blouse fastens beneath the ami and Is held by straps of beads
that cross under and above the shoulder and finish In ornaments that
fall straight In front
Pink and red roses mark the line of the draped belt In front and
a smaller bouquet holds the skirt where It crosses above the left foot
The skirt ends in a long, .und train, and at the waist there Is a
folded tunic of the velvet.
The sleeves are of flash colored tulle,—OLIVETTE.
they have the habit. He probably
never lived where folks give tips, or I m e. (.eorge. Just come around some
he would have tipped me ae liberal morning and tell me that you are a
as anybody. And now I want to tel j * *®
you about the other kind of a wlae
guy that was in.
He Was Careful.
"This young fellow tells me before
he is in the chair a minute that he
Is a wise flsh. He thought he was so
deep that he was all the time aaylng.
'Do you follow me?’ 1 couldn't have
lost him In his cheap chatter if I
had been ten tlmee as stupid as I am
which I ain’t. Tes, he saya he la a
Little Tommy was bringing In the
new kittens to show the visitor. He
brought the first two into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails, while they howled and spit with
vigor.
"Oh. Tommy!" /xclalmed the visi
tor. von mustn't hurt the poor little
things."
No. msdam. I won’t." Tomnqt- re-
by tho
them
wise flsh. or a wise owl. I forgot
which he said, but anyhow wise all plied. "I’m carrying
the way. ’If there Is anything that stems."
anybody ever put over on me,' he
says. I want somebody to walk up
and toll m e. I am good and hep to At last," exclaimed the long-haired
A Boon Indeed.
everything, he says
inventor, "I have evolved the greatest
"Ju»t when the nice middle aged practical blessing of the age!"
fellow’ was going out this young wart i "Oh. tell me. Theophilus. tell me
com., in. The middle-aged m.na.ked “ hlt 'h, 1 * J 11 * W,f *,
, w. .. H ew A collar button with a little phono-
,he xoung re.low wh.eh way to go to 1 *„ , nt)d e ther will call out when
hrri a »et of e ale.-, and the young it rol u a dark corner unde- the
*‘.WiG 19u «9 dresi-tr, ’Hero i am! Hera i -
IT THAT. Mother Dear, is a dl-
Yy voree?
It is that form of marital
separation. Precious One, that a gen
eration ago was a disgrace and now
is a habit.
Why, Mother do *
the child for carrying its pie from the
table?
You have so much to learn. My
Daughter The child that carries its
pie from the table so as not to miss
anything going on in the games out
side. will some da\ be a man and eat
on the run in order not to miss his
share of business life. And. believe
me. my dear, what he might miss
when he is older Is not much more
Important than what he might miss
as a child.
Is there anything in the world,
Mother, that could take the conceit
out of a man?
Marriage is one remedy, Child. An
other effectual way would he to let
him look hack into a room two min
utes aft* r he has made a call. Every
woman in it yawning.
What i* Charity. Mother?
It is that noble trait. My g-j 1 that
attributed the failure of a bachelor t*->
the lack of a wife to act as an incen
tive to success and the failure of a
married man to the domestic burden
he carries.
What. Mother, is meant by Soulful
Yearnings ?
It is that quality which, in one’s
self. Little One. signifies a poetic
temperament, and which in others
denotes biliousness.
What Is meant by the Blue Pencil?
It is that. My Child, which every
one needs, hut that only those unfor
tunate beings who work on a news
paper receives.
What, Mother, would you regard as
the most important qualification in
the wife of a politician? A knowl
edge of statesmanship?
I regard as a more important qual-
| iftcation. Child, the ability to cook
well enough to he prepared to keep
boarders for a living.
Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend
j so much time looking for things at
the grocer’s which are the quickest
j to cook?
She wishes to save time. Little One,
i in order tha; ' iter in the day she may
e j \ ** ini.r« of it to »asta.
By MAX
O CT. 81.—The spirit of Hallow
e’en took possession of my
pretty nurse and of me at ex
actly the same hour last evening,
and after we had seen Richards pilot
ing Manette safely off to bed, we put
on coat and cloak and hats and
started out. It was 10 o'clock when
we left the house, and it Is now 2
in the morning, and I am so wide
awake there is no use going to bed.
She wore a scarlet coat, and Dy
"she" I mean my pretty companion,
and I did not know until to-night
what it means to be a woman and for
one brief evening kick all the con
ventions off at one's heels. This
sounds mixed—scarlet coat and the
conventions, but I claim that the
color of the coat was to blame. No
woman can wear bright scarlet and
feel entirely sedate In her souL
We have been to all the dance halls
end all the cabarets; we did an im
promptu song and danoe ourselves at
one restaurant, and fled before the
tumult of applause. I caught a taxi
cab and we rode for an hour after
that to get back our breaths I
know now' what I can do for a living
when my business goes to smash—
buy a hand organ of an Italian, as I
did to-night and get my pretty nurse
to do & dance in front of it, and then
pass around the hat. There were
three or four hundred dollar* in her
hat when we fled, leaving the hand
organ behind us, which a very peni
tent young woman Will carry to-mor
row to some charity. The money, I
m^an. not the hand organ.
She will be penitent. I know her
sex so well. We did nothing very
wrong beyond the injury to our di
gestions, but a good w’oman likes to
exaggerate her sins, and my nurse
will go around for a week looking as
If she had murdered some one. It
must be very Inconvenient to be a
w'oman.
THE COAT TO RI.AMR.
But the scarlet coat was entirely’
to blame. I have felt like anything
but a Methodist prayer meeting every
time I have seen her put it on, and
If she will persist in wearing it there
is no telling what will happen. When
she wears those golden browns amd
delicate grays Richards selected for
her her eyes take on the expression
of a saint, and every hair on her head
seeks its place and stays in it.
But that scarlet coat puts a devil
try in her eyes that Isn’t at all sooth
ing, and there comes a flush in her
cheeks to match it, and her hair flies
around her face in little wayward
curls that make a man long to push
each curl back in place. It is ajl
right for a glr! thf age of Manette
to wear a scarlet coat, but I shall re-
biU<e the nurse for appearing In such
a defianucolor The sight of her isn’t
good tor me.
November 3.—It Is Just as I pre
dicted. I have laughed many times
over th* memory of Hallowe'en, but
the nurse never smiles.
"It is all right for a man to forget
himself, and laugh about It after
ward," she exclaimed this morning,
"but being a woman is different.
Whenever I think that I—I, who was
brought up so strictly—got up on the
platform in that dance hall, and
danced the tango, and sang—-why, I
am overcome w’ith shame. Y r ou ought
to be ashamed of yourself for getting
me into it!"
"It wasn’t me," I retorted. "It was
the scarlet coat you were wearing."
I saw her later in the day start to
put it on when getting ready for a
walk and then look at it dubiously.
Then she ran upstairs and came
down wearing all black!
We were sitting in the library this
evening, and I had Manette on my
lap. telling her a story, when Tomp
kins called me to the telephone. '
ONE SIDE.
If you had ears. Diary, you would
have heard only one side of the talk,
go - what is the use of telling you
more?
••Hello!"
"Yes, this is Max."
"Oh," a little coldly. "It Is you, is
It? Yes, I’m better, thank you."
"No; no bad effects from the day I
spent down town.”
"How is my companion, you say?"
(Fros; in my voice.) "She is not
here."
"1 can t tell you where she is now.
rope"* V * * h * ° n her Wly u Eu -
mirVXSfr Pret,y - °>»d TOO
tea
a, ?«
see, I haven’t her address, and I
expect to see her again."
“Yes. it is too bad Good-bye."
_ ? returned to the librarv •.
fie' i a R C ™t rds loolcln S somewhat m , s .
t fled The pretty nurse wasted
time in expressing: herself
w f r * talking about ma,-
said, and you were talking ta
gentleman who took us to lunoh , h !
day we spent down town.- n *
in ? Vell/ ' on th ® def «nslve. "What oj
“Nothing; onlyN I wanted y«o
know that I know” '*
Then she went bank to tha book
and I saw that Richards wa« trvi„«
to suppress a laugh, I pr,a um ,'
determination not to let that shallow,
pated man see the nurse again w*
confirm Richards In her s u , plci ;;!
that a romance la budding underlies
eyes, but I don’t care
I am too sick a man to be annoyed!
by any man's admiration of
pretty nurse. It Isn’t Jealousy, at
I hope I am too big a man' to feel
such a sentiment as that It I.
the girl’s sake I feel that way T h I
man is wealthy and a spender and
If he came out here and paid her
any attention it would mean l a >«
hours and dinners at midnight and
all those things that are not at a’l
good for a girl. As long as she Is *
member of my household I fee’
moral obligation regarding her w.l
fare. I should feel Just the same if
It were the cook or one of the maids.
NEVER BE HAPPY.
I know the man is not married,
but you see. In a way, that makes it
worse. He might hope to marry
her, and she would never be happy
with HIM!
I will have a plain talk with her
in the morning and tell her she will
have to look a little less fascinating
when she goes out with me, or other
wise I will leave her at home. I can’t
have every man I know calling me
up and saying, “Hello, Max, who was
the queen you had out last night?
Are you going to Introduce me, or
do you in.tend to keep her all for
yourself?"
It Isn’t the right way to treat a
sick mar
Do You Know—
T HERE was a man here this aft
ernoon selling - a fine book, sed
Ma. I toald him to cum back
j tonite when you were here, so you
j cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought
Some probable investors were being
shown over a building estate in the
country.
"Come this way, gentlemen," the
agent said. "On the rising ground you
can see how the land lies."
"Or the land agent.” quietly re
marked one of the party.
• * *
Mother—What do you think you will
make out of my daughter’s talent?
Professor (absent-mindedly)—About
$10 a lesson if the piano holds out
one & all the other n a hors. The naim
of the book is Beekun Lites of Lit-
eratur.
I hoap he dosent cum back, sed Pa,
I am sick & tired of these book agents
with thare chop whiskers & thare
nerve. 1 have a noshun to give him
the gate beefoar he gits a chanst to
show the book at all.
Jest then the book agent cairn. He
was a tall, fat man with rosy cheeks
& a nice fur overcoat. He looked like
a man in a show wich I seen onst, Git
Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the
book agents wich cums to our house
looks as if they was jest working at
it long enuff to git sumthing to eet &
then git a better job. but this man
looked vary prosper-us.
He dident wait for Pa to ask him
to set down, he sat down in the big-
best chare & started Jn.
My good man. he sed to ^Pa, you
have within yure grasp a wunderful
opportunity to delve into the ded
master minds of the ded past. Thay
are all in yure reech, to borrow from
or disagree with, these wunderful
minds. You can chat with Shake-,
speer, Milton. Byron, Dickens, Thack-
ery—a thousand noabel men. You
will be enchanted to read nitely the
peris of buty and wisdom that are
contained in this marvelus volume,
Beekun Lites of Literatur. It is buti-
fully bound, as you can see, in mocca
Sc Java binding with a page marked
in the upper rite hand of every leef.
The book opens eesrily, & Is printed
in English, maiking it eesy for you to
reed it. This marvelus volume I am
offering on this trip only for tire
ridiculusly low figger of fifteen dol
lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the
moast compre-hensiv work of that
title wich is in the market to-day.
Fifteen dollars buys !t—the works of
the masters.
Has it got the records of the fiters
in it? sed Pa.
Thare is a grate descripshun of the
battle of Waterloo in it, sed the
agent, & allushuns to Caesar & other
gra*e fiters. yer, sir.
Has it got Packey McFarland’s rec
ord? sed Pa, & Battling Nelson’s ca
reer?
I do not understand, sed the agent.
Has it got Ty Cobb’s batting aver
age for 1913? sed Pa. & how many
bases he stole? I bet it hasent. I bet
it hasent eeven got the life of Kid
Jlroad in it
I am afrade not. sed the agent. He
was looking at Pa kind of funny.
Then I doant want it, sed Pa. Any
book that doant have the records of
the grate prize fiters and ball players
in it is no Beekun Lite for me.
I suppoased th&t I was calling upon
a gentleman of intelligence and ree-
finement, sed the agent*. I see 1 was
mistaken & I will bid you goodnite.
Goodnite. sed Pa. After the agent
was gone Pa beegan to lal’f. That is
the way to git rid of them, he sed. I
bet I know moar about the reel
Beekun Lit^s of Literatur than that
mutt, but I wuddent let him know it.
Husband, sed Ma, sumtimes you
seem reeiv brite.
As* roirrdnirrlstfor
it. If ho cannot sup
ply the MARVEL.
•coet>t no other, bnt
send « , ampforbook
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An Unexpected Gift.
He was a shy young man, but in
his heart there raged a consuming
passion for the fair Florence. On his
way home, from the city he managed
to screw his courage up sufficiently
to enter a jeweler’s shop and pur
chase a small gift for the lady of his
heart.
This, he hoped, would pave the way
to the popping of the great kuestion.
That night he called at her house
and found her alone. Producing a
small, square box from his pocket, he
said, nervously;
"I have ventured to bring you a
small present, Miss Finn, but I am
afraid that perhaps it will not fit your
finger. Will you try it on?”
"Oh, dear,” said the girl, blushing
most becomingly, "this is quite un
expected! Why, I never dreamed that
you really cared enough ’’
Poor fool! Instead of grasping the
opportunity in both hands, he opened
the box and produced a thimble! Then
the thermometer dropped about ten
degrees.
The largest estate in the United
Kingdom is that belonging to the
Duke of Sutherland, which extends to
739,200 acres.
The female brain commences to de
cline in weight after the age of thirty:
the male not till ten years later.
Tbe Moors of Arabia and Spain were
the first to display colored globes in
chemists’ windows.
John Ewin, of New York, is contest
ing the will of his aunt. Mrs. Caroline
Ewin, who died in April last, leaving
$100,000 to rescue cats in all pans ;
the world—including London’s deserted
bouse cats and those in the Island of
Madeira, in tbe latter place stray
are so scarce that each, under the will,
would receive about $1,000.
Her Brother’s Voice.
Little Faith was possessed of a
most friendly disposition, but hmd not
yet reached the age where she"could
understand the silence that may wrap
itself around a wordless intimacy. In
fact, she demanded speech, frequent
and loving.
One night her brother was study
ing most assiduously his arithmetic
lesson, and, after calling to him sev
eral times without receiving an an
swer, she appealed to her father.
"George is busy," said father.
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