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UNFILLED Empty Stocking Not Yet Full The following donations are ac knowledged : Smith-Hall Gro. Co., Groceries and Mdse ....SIO.OO Mrs. Claud Brown 10.00 Col. S. P. Maddox 5 00 C. U. Barrett 100 Cash. I- 00 J. C. Kirig, Children’s Hosiery Dennis Barrett, 1 ton coal. Bowen Bros., 1 ton coal. Cash * 5.00 Cash.;. 4.00 Cash , I- 00 Cash 1-00 L. Buchholz, Mdse 3.00 Howe McKnight ..... 2.50 Maj. A. P. Roberts 1.00 T. S. Shope 3.00 Cash I- 00 Cash 1-00 G. M. Cannon, Clothing and Dry Goods. Harlan & Neal, clothing and hose ORDINANCES. (Continued From First Page) 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 That all ordinances or parts of ordinance in conflict herewith be and the same is hereby repealed.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. RED MEAT XXTE HOLD up Red Meat—the V V chew for men. < Always 7 himiTt good —better now than||||iif ever. No spice to make your tongue ( .mJ 1 ! Jf core —no excessive sweetening to make you spit yourself away and ruin y . < your stomach. Just high-grade North \\ J j|l/7 Carolina tobacco, properly sweetened by I j a perfect process. Sure S you 're H |||l it's the real thing in good chewing. I Get busy today and find out for yourself.l Cut out this ad. and mail to us with your I name and address for our FREE offer to chewers only. IFp' J > I! ill 111 Name ill Address _________________________ a Made only by LIIPFERT SCALES Co., Winston-Salem, N.C. TOBACCO 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.