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ORDINANCES.
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be installed suitable meter boards.
5. No one will be allowed to con
nect to the city mains and no house
will be connected by the city until it
has been inspected and all of the
work approved by the city inspector.
All of the work done in the city of
Dalton will be subject to the rules of
the Southeastern Tariff Association
and any changes that the city inspec
tor may make in special cases.
6. Any variation fro mthese rules
not covered by a written permit from
the city inspector and not remedied at
once on written notice from the city
inspector, shall be punishable by
7. That any violation of this ordin
ance shall be punished as prescribed
in section 314 of the city code.
8. That all ordinances or parts of
ordinance in conflict herewith be and
the same is hereby repealed. ,
An ordinance to encourage the use
of electricity in said City of Dalton.
Be it ordained by the Mayor and
council of Dalton:
Section 1: That from and after!
the passage of this ordinance that it |
shall be the duty of the Water, Light I
and Gas Commission through the
chief engineer in charge of the elec
tric lightining plant, on application
of any one to have their house or
houses wired and fixtures placed
therein, to do the said wiring and
putting in fixtures at the actual cost
of doing said work and-for material
furnished for the same.
Section 2: Be it further ordained
that upon application to the chief
engineer by any owner of any house
for wiring and lighting the same it
shall be the duty of said person in
Charge of said work to submit an esti
mate of the amount of actual costs
and upon tender of the same it shall
he the duty of said.city authorities to
have the work done as aforesaid, it
being to the interest of the said city
to extend the use of the electricity
belonging o said city.
Section 3: Be it further ordained
that all ordinances and parts of or
dinances in conflict herewith be and
same are hereby repealed.
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NICARAGUA'S FINANCES
IN HANDS OF AMERICAN
San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua, Dec.
18—The Nicaraguan finance minister
has handed over the custom houses
to the American financial adviser to
the Nicaraguan government. Ernest
H. Wands. The action is taken in
connection with the readjustment of
Nicaragua’s finances which is to be
earrie dout with the aid of the Amer
ican government and with the loans
which are forthcoming from Ameri
can bankers.
$5,000 REWARD OFFERED
FOR SLAYER OF LYONS
Houston, Texas, Dec. 18—Thorn
well Fay, vice president of the Sou
them Pacific railroad in Louisiana
and Texas, last night offered a re
ward of $5,000 for the apprehension
of the slayer of Tom Lyon, who was
shot and killed yesterday in the Sou
thern Pacific railroad yards.
Mr. Fay issued a statement tonight
in which he declared sufficient pro
tection is not given the shop employes
of the road in view of strike condi
tions.
Took the Wrong Leaf.
During the Civil war one little in
cident occurred which will illustrate
the dry wit for which Gen. Jubel
Early was so well known, says the
Youth’s Companion. After Gen. Sher
idan had been pressing upon the
Confederates in the Shenandoah Val
ley for nearly the whole season, Gen.
Rosser was sent from the Army of
Eastern Virginia to Gen. Early’s as
sistance. Gen. Rosser’s men had been
doing brilliant service and were so
ela‘ed with their victorious triumphs
that they had adopted the laurel leaf
as a badge and allowed themselves to
be called the “Laurel Brigade.’’
When these valiant warriors came
to the disheartened soldiers in the
Shenandoah Valley they spoke with
ease and gayety of the short time it
would take them to clear the valley of
the troublesome Yankees and have
everything their own way.
Strange to say, however, in the
very first engagement Sheridan's men
drove the “Laurel Brigade” back and
chased them nearly twelve miles at a
most animated and disorderly gait.
Gen. Early made but one single
comment upon this circumstance and
that was when he encountered Gen.
Reseer a day or two after the fight.
“I say, Rosser,” he remarked slow
ly, I 'hadn’t you brigade better take
the grape leaf for a badge? You
know the laurel isn’t a running vine.”
KILLS HERSELF AFTER
STEALING A REVOLVER
Lake Charles, La., Dec. 18 —Steal-
thily withdrawing a revolver from
between the mattresses on which her
son-in-law was asleep, Mrs. Sallie
Weems, 62, retired to the kitchen a«d
sent a bullet through her heart late
yesterday. She attempted to kill
herself two years ago by jumping
from a swiftly moving locomotive of
which her son was engineer. No
reason was given for her action.
See that fellow coming up the
street? Well, just try saying a
cheerful word to him and see if you
do not feel better for doing so.
The fLYING
MERCURY
By*
Eleanor M. Ingram
Author of
“The Game and the Candle"
Illustrations By-
RjlY WJIL TERS
(Copyright, 1910, by Bobbs-MerrlH Co.
“Met him!” cried Bailey. “Met him?
Why—”
Neither heeded him. A gleaming
surprise and warmth lit Lestrange’s
always brilliant face.
“Thank you,” he answered her.
“You are more than good to recall me.
Miss Ffrench. I owe an apology for
breaking in this way, but I fancied
Mr, Bailey alone —and he spoils me.”
“ft is nothing; I was about to go.”
She turned to give Bailey her hand,
smiling involuntarily in her relief.
With a glance, an inflection, Le
strange had stripped their former
meeting of its embarrassment and un
conventionality, how, she neither ana
lyzed nor cared
“Good morning,” said Bailey. “Shall
I take you through, or —”
But Lestrange was already holding
open the door, with a bright uncon
cern as to his workmanlike costume
which impressed Emily pleasantly.
She wondered if Dick would have
borne the situation as well, in the im
possible event of his being found at
work.
The two walked together down an
aisle of the huge, machinery-crowded
room, the grimy men lifting their
heads to gaze after Emily as she pass
ed. Once Lestrange paused to speak
to a man who sat, notebook and pen
cil in hand, beside another who manip
ulated under a grinding wheel a deli
cate aluminum casting.
“Pardon,” he apologized to Emily,
who had lingered also. “Mathews
would have let that go wrong in an-
/ft 7
“I See Him Now and Then.”
other moment. He,” hia smile glanced
out, “he is not a Rupert at changing
his tires, so to speak, but just a good
chauffeur.”
The gay and natural allusion de
lighted her. For the first time in her
life Emily Ffrench laughed out in a
genuine, mischievous sense of adven
ture.
“Yes? I wonder you could separate
yourself from that Rupert to come
nere; he was a most bewildering per
«on,” she retorted.
"Separate from Rupert? Why, I
would not think of racing a taxicab,
as he would say, without Rupert be
elde me. He is here taking a post
graduate course in this type of car,
in onder to be up to his work when
we go down to Georgia next week.”
"Next week? You expect to win
that race?"
“No. We are running a stock car
against some heavy foreign racing
machines; the chance of winning Is
slight. But I hope to outrun any oth
er American car on the course, if
nothing goes wrong.”
She looked up.
“And If something does?” she won
dered.
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Pray be careful of those moving
belts behind you. Miss Ffrench. If
something does—there is a chance in
every game worth playing.”
“A chance!" her feminine nerves
recoiled from the implied conse
quences. "But only a chance, surely.
You were never in an accident, never
were hurt?”
Lestrange regarded her in surprise
mingled with a dawning raillery infi
nitely Indulgent.
“I had no accidents last season," he
guardedly responded. “I’ve been quite
lucky. At least Rupert and I play our
game unhampered; there will be no
broken hearts if we are picked up
from under our car some day.”
They had reached the door while
he spoke; as he put his hand on the
knob to open it, Emily saw a long
zigzag scar running up the extended
arm from wrist to elbow, a mute
commentary on the conversation. In
silence she passed out across the
courtyard to where her red-wheeled
cart waited. But when Lestrange had
put her in and given her the relna.
she held out her hand to him with
more gravity.
"I shall wish you good luck for
next week,” she said.
Lestrange threw back his head,
drawing a quick breath; here in the
strong sunlight he showed even
younger than she bad thought him.
young with a primitive intensity of
just being alive.
“Thank you. I would like—lt It
were possible —to win this race,”
“This one, especially?”
“Yes, because it is the next step
toward a purpose I have set myself,
and which I shall accomplish if I
live. Not that 1 will halt if this step
fails, no, nor for a score of such fail
ures, but I am anxious to go on and
finish.”
Up to Emily’s face rushed the an
swering color and fire to his.; drawn
by the bond of mutual earnestness,
she leaned nearer.
“You live to do something? So do
1, so do I! And every one else plays.”
However Lestrange w’ould have re
plied. he was checked by the crash of
the courtyard gate. Abruptly recalled
to herself. Emily turned, to see Dick
Ffrench coming toward them.
Remembering how the three had
last met. the situation suggested
strain. But to Emily’s astonishment
the young men exchanged friendly
nods, although Dick flushed pink.
“Good morning, Lestrange,” he
greeted. “I’ve just come up from the
city, Emily, and there wasn’t any car
riage at the station, so when one of
the testers told me you were here I
came over to get a ride.”
“I’ve been to see Mr. Bailey,” she
responded. “Get in.”
As Dick climbed in beside her, she
i bent her head to Lestrange; if she
had regretted her impulsive confi
dence, again the clear sanity and
calm of the gray eyes she encountered
established self-content.
When they were trotting down the
road toward home, in the crisp air,
Emily glanced at her cousin.
“I did not know you and Mr. Le
strange were so well acquainted,” She
remarked.
“I see him now and then,” Dick an
swered uneasily. “He’s too busy to
want me bothering around him much.
You —remembered him?”
“Yes.”
He absently took the whip from its
socket, flecking the horse with It as
he spoke.
“It was awfully square of you,
Emily, not to mention that night to
Uncle Ethan. It wasn’t like a girl, at
all. I made an idiot of myself, and
you’ve never said anything to me
about it since. I never told you where
Lestrange took me, because I didn’t
like to talk of the thing. I’m really
awfully fond of you, cousin.”
“Yes. Dickie,” she said patiently.
“Well, Lestrange rubbed it in. Oh,
he didn’t say much. But he carried
me down to where they were practic
ing for a road race. Such a jolly lot
of fellows, like a bunch of kids; teas
ing and calling jokes back and forth
at one another half the night until
daybreak, everything raw and chilly.
Busy, and their mechanics busy, and
one after another swinging into his
car and going off like a rocket. By
the time Lestrange went off. I was as
much stirred up as anybody. When
he made a record circuit at seventy
seVen miles an hour average, I was
shouting over the rail like a good one.
And then, while he was off again, a
big blue car rolled in and its driver
yelled that Lestrange had gone over
on the Eastbury turn, and to send
around the ambulance. It was like a
nightmare; I sat down on a stone and
felt sick.”
“He—”
“He shook me up half an hour later,
and stood laughing at me. ‘Upset?’
he said. ‘No; we shed a tire and went
off into a field, but it didn’t hurt the
machine, so we righted her and came
in.’ He was timping and bruised and
scratched, but he was laughing, while
a crowd of people were trying to sna Ke
hands with him and say things. J
felt —funny; as if I wasn’t much good.
I never felt Hke that before. ‘This is
only practice,’ he said, when I was
about to go. 'The race tomorrow will
do better. We find it more exciting
than cocktails.” That was all, but 1
knew what he meant, all right. I’ve
been careful ever since. He won the
race next day, too.”
"Dick, didn't it ever occur to you
that you as well as Mr. Lestrange
might do real things?” she asked, aft
er a moment.
He turned his round, good-humored
face to her in boundless amazement.
“I? I race cars and break my neck
and call it fun, like Lestrange?
You’re laughing at me, Emily."
“No, no,” in spite of herself the pic
ture evoked brought her smile. “Not
like that. But yoa might be inter
ested 16 the factory. You might learn
from Mr. Bailey and take charge of
the business with Uncle Ethan. It
would please uncle, how it would
please him, if you did?"
Dick stirred unhappily.
“It would take a lot of grind," ho
objected. “I haven’t the head for it,
really. I’m not such an awfully bad
lot, but I hate work. Let's not be ae-
Hous, cousin. How pretty the frosty
wind makes you look!"
Emily tightened the reins with a
brief sigh of resignation.
"Never mind, Dickie. I —uncle will
find a substitute. Things must go on
somehow, I suppose, even if we do not
like the way."
But the way loomed distasteful that
morning as never before.
CHAPTER IV.
Mr. Ffrench and his niece were at
breakfast, on the Sunday when the
first account of the Georgia race
reached Ffrenchwood.
“You will take fresh coffee," Emily
was saying, the little silver pot pfised
in her hand, when the door burst open
and_Dick hurried, actuary hurried, in-
to the room. j
"He’s won! He’s got it!” he cried,
brandishing the morning newspaper. I
“The first time for an American car
with an American driver. And how
he won it! He distanced every car
on the track except the two big Ital- '
lan and French machines. Thosz he |
couldn’t get, of course; but the !
Frenchman went out in the fourth
hour with a broken valve. Then he
was set down for second place—sec
ond place, Emily, with every other big
car in the country entered. They say
he drove like, like —I don’t know
what. A hundred and some miles an
hour on the straight stretches.”
“Oh.” Emily faltered, setting down
the coffee-pot in her plate.
He stopped her eagerly, half turning
toward Mr. Ffrench, who had put on
his pince-nez to contemplate his
nephew in stupefaction, not at his
statement, but at his condition.
“Wait. In the last hour, the Ital
ian car lost its chain and went over
into a ditch on a back stretch, three
miles from a doctor. People around
picked the men out of the wreck, and
Lestrange came up to find that the
driver was likely to die from a sev
ered artery before help got there.
Emily, he stopped, stopped, with vic
tory in his hands, had the Italian lift
ed into the mechanician’s seat, and
Rupert held him in while they dashed
around the course to the hospital. He
got him there fifteen minutes before
an ambulance could have reached him,
and the man will get well. But Le
strange had lest six minutes. He had
rushed straight to the doctor’s, given
them the man, and gone right on, but
he had lost six minutes. When peo
ple lealized what he’d done, they went
wild. Every one thought he’d lost the
race, but they cheered him until they
couldn’t shout. And he kept on driv
ing. It’s all here,” he waved the
gaudy sheet. “The paper’s full of it.
He had half an hour to make up six
minutes, and he did it. He came in
nineteen seconds ahead of the near
est car. The crowd swarmed out on
the course and fell all over him. Old
Bailey’s nearly crazy.”
To see Dick excited would have
been marvel enough to hold his audi
tors mute, if the story itself had not
possessed a quality to stir even non
sporting blood. Emily could orfly sit
and gaze at the headlines of the ex
tended newspaper, her dark eyes wide
and shining, her soft lips apart.
“He telegraphed to Bailey,” Dick
added in the pause. “Ten words: ‘First
1 across line in Georgia race. Car in
! fine shape. Lestrange.’ That was
i all.”
; Mr. Ffrench deliberately passed his
coffee-pot to Emily.
■ “You had better take your, break
fast,” he advised. “It is unusual to
! see you noticing business affairs,
| Dick; I might say unprecedented. I
' am glad if Bailey’s new man is cap
, able of his work, at least. I suppose
I for the rest, that he could scarcely
I do less than take an injured person to
, the hospital. Why are you putting
sugar in my cup, Emily?”
“I don’t know,” she acknowledged
helplessly.
“I didn’t mean to disturb any one.”
said Dick, sulky and resentful. “It’ll
be a big thing though for our cars,
‘ Bailey says. I didn’t know you dis
liked Lestrange.”
Mr. Ffrench stiffened In his chair.
“I have not sufficient interest in the
' man to dislike him,” was the cold re
-1 buke. “We will change the subject.”
| Emily bent her head, remedying her
i mistake with the coffee. She compre
hended that her uncle had conceived
one of his strong, silent antipathies
for the young manager, and she was
i sorry. Sorry, although, remembering
Bailey’s unfortunate speech the night
Lestrange’s engagement was proposed,
she was not surprised. But she
looked across to Dick sympathetical
ly. So sympathetically, that after
' breakfast he followed her into the 11-
i brary, the colored Journals In his
hand. ♦
j "What’s the matter with the old
gentleman this morning?” he com-
I •'’ained. “He wants the business to
succeed, doesn’t he? If he does, he
ought to Tike what Lestrange Is doing
i for it. What’s the matter with him?”
I Emily shook back her yellow curls,
turning her gaze on him.
“You might guess, Dickie. He is
lonely.”
"Lonely! He!"
All the feminine Impulse to defend
flared up.
“Why not?” she exclaimed with pas
i sion. “Who has he got? Who stands
with him in frls house? No wonder he
■can not hear the man who Is hired to
do what a Ffrench should be doing.
It is not the racing driver he dls
i likes, but the manager. And do not
you blame him, Dick Ffrench.”
Quite aghast, he stared after her as
she turned away to the nearest win
dow. But presently he followed her
over, still holding the papers.
“Don't you want to read about the
race?” he ventured.
Smiling, though her lashes were
damp, Emily accepted the peace offer
ing.
“Yes, please.”
"You’re not angry? You know I’m
a stupid chump sometimes; I don’t
mean Lt."
This time she laughed outright.
"No; lam sorry I was cross. It is
I who would like to shirk my work.
Never mind me; let us read.”
They did read, seated opposite each
other In the broad window-seat and
passing the sheets across as they fin
ished them. Dick had not exagger
ated. on the contrary he had not said
enough. Lestrange and his car were
the focus of the hour's attention. The
daring, the reckless courage that rlsk
*ed life for victory, the generosity
which could thro*’ that victory away
to aid a comrade, and
mination and skill I
He hysteria. It Waß v “ I
deed whether I
Itlng but there ut , e , I
Tb« two who read ■
It was a splendid sigh |
page'. when they ■
Yes,” Emily assented I
comes back, when vou ■
him my congratulations ” I
When I see him? Whv I
tell him yourself?” ■
Something like a. white I 1
wiped the scarlet of excite™ I
her cheeks, a, she I
I shall not see him; 1 Bha nM I
to the factory any more, j
better, I am sure.” 1
Vaguely puzzled and I W
Dick sat looking at her no I
to question. ’ 1 I
Emily kept her word durfU
weeks that followed Thron-l?® I
and Bailey she heard of I
fairs; of the sudden increase
for the Mercury automobiles thelj? I
ed prestige gained, and the
favor bestowed on the car But V I
saw nothing of the man who ■
sponsible for all this. Instead .J
went out more than ever befZ
Their social circle was too painfult
exclusive to be large or gay.
Three times a week it ’ was Mr I
Ffrench’s stately custom to visit tbs
factory and inspect it with Bailey I
At other times Bailey came up to th 1
house, where affairs were conducted
But in neither place did Mr. Ffr-nch f
ever come in contact with his m an
ager, during all the months while v! n . L
ter waxed and weaned again to spring ’
“That’s Bailey’s doing,” chuckled *
Dick, when Emily finally wondered
aloud at the circumstance. ‘‘He isn't
going to risk losing Estrange because
our high and mighty uncle falls out
J with him. And it would be pretty
! likely to happen if they met. he
strange has a temper, you know, even
if it doesn’t stick out all over him
like a hedgehog; and a dozen other
companies would gitfe money to get
Him.”
Emily nodded gravely. It was a sun
ny morning in the first of March, and
the cousins were at the end of the old
park surrounding Ffrenchwood, where ;
they had strolled before breakfast.
“Mr. Bailey likes Mr. Lestrange,"
she commented.
“Likes him! He loves him. You
know Lestrange lives with him; a I
bachelor household, cozy as grigs."
Just past here ran the road, beyond
a high cedar hedge. While he was
speaking, the irregular explosive re
ports of a motor had sounded down
the valley, unmistakable to those fa
miliar the testing of the stripped
cars, and rapidly approaching. Now,
as Emily would have answered, the
roar suddenly changed in character,
an appalling series of explosions min
gled with the grind of outraged ma
chinery suddenly braked, and some
one shouted above the din. The next
instant a huge mass shot past the oth
er side of the hedge and there followed
a dull crash.
“That’s one of our men!” gasped
Dick, and plunged headlong through
the shrubbery.
Dazed momentarily, Emily stood,
then caught up her skirts and ran aft
er him. She knew well enough what
the teeters of the cars risked.
“Dick!" she appealed. “Dick!"
But it was not the wreck she antici
pated that met her eyes as she came
through the hedge. On the opposite
side of the road a long low skeleton
car was standing, one side lurched
drunkenly down with two wheels in
the gutter. Still in his seat, the driver
was leaning over the steering-wheel,
out of breath, but laughing a greeting
to the astonished Dick.
“A break in the steering-gear.” h«
declared, byway of explanation. I
told Bailey It was a weak point; now
perhaps he’ll believe me and strength
en lt ” . .
“You’re not hurt." Dick inferred.
"I think she’s not—a tire gone.
Find anything wrong, Rupert?”
“Two tires off.” said the laconl
mechanician. “Two funerals po«-
noned That was a pretty stop, Da
« ( his goggle*
rising and rt, rench? -’
“What’s the matte., fiv<l
"You frightened us om
sense, that’s all. Do you usua
tlse for races out here?”
"Us?" repeated Lestrange, and turn
mg. saw the girl at the edge of the
park. "Miss Ffrench, I beg your p
d °The swift change in his tone, the
ease of deference with which be bared
his head and, motor caps
readily donned or doffed, so r
bareheaded in the bright sunligh ,
ored of the Continent. .
"It is too commonplace to «ay■ gw
morning." Emily replMl*
breakfast." reassured bw
"Honestly, Lestrange, do you P
racing here?” . „ r .
“Hardly. I’m trying out the
every’ car has to go throng
fore it is used. Don’t you know that
we’ve recently secured from the
authorities a permit to run at any
speed ©ver this road betwv
o’clock and eight in the ®o™ in * n
thought all the countryside kn
"But we have a regiment of ta
test cars.”
(To Be Continued.)
Mr. Dennis Barrett spent today m
Chattanoogo on business.