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he Cases of Alice Clement jaue Stories of the World's Greatest Woman Sleuth Told by Herself to Courtney Riley Cooper The Clue on the Keys (Copyright. by W. G. Chapman.) • , ,q suppose." I had begun, ti "chance often plays a big ye part in the catching of tt crminals." L Miss Clement and I were chatting between acts at one of the theaters. She D jlowed her eyes to narrow a bit. . -Chance has a great deal to do with , is a way." she answered. "There Hmany a time when chance will give tl the lead to a criminal, but it takes a detective instinct to work the case T to where the man or woman may tl aesaht. And it is not everyone a t will take advantage of the chance ci it is offered. That is why there . nso few really great detectives. Not tl !jry person can see the opportunity f, a saall chance. And then again." d added, "there are those who h g .I-t-lsdang yourself," I supplement- A fi all." she laughed, "I had no bust- tl a is the case, and to tell the truth, a fI sever been credited with it over t gMJquarters. What's more. I don't to be. When I know I've done bst, what's the difference? But the story. "tl was about four years ago, just I went on the force as a regu detective. I had been taking a assignments from the office, and Ls- particular night I was looking a -a army deserter. I had the infor that he was going to meet a is a parlor of one of the small ' and so I made up my mind that be waiting about the same .Il, I went and waited. No one a I wandered around the room a while and finally sat down at I had just started to play something on one of the keys me to stop. I looked closer. a tiny spot of blood. But that as connection with my deserter, "i*s there anything else to cause aeitement. So I went on with , waited an hour or so for er to show up, and then gave ' quest until I could get some iefrmation. I was just leaving [ when I met one of the men the central office. r tare you doing over here?' 'Working on the killing, killing? I asked. It was t to me.[ found dead up In her 'bre about 6 o'clock tonight. bmetured by a blow. Some slager or something like that, t i hbavn't been able to find out i yet. Don't you know any. 1 (wbat It? i ' I aaswered, 'but I think I'm 1 SfOnd out something mighty Iye got a little tip that may 4 Pm, What did you say her busi- I cafe singer? I one of these chantey girls 1 around the country singing msey cafes. What do you I at him. My know a whole lot, I an- i 'ad then I may not know any- I Dow long had the girl been two hours when she was would make the killing about All right. Let's see 1 I the house managers.' emtral office man followed me Mankly when I went to seek managers. I did not tell heat I had seen. I asked that bellboys who had been on duty '6t4roon be summoned. When ed, I began to ask questions. the piano In the upper par 11. this afternoon? I asked. by one the bellboys thought At last one answered in the e. time was it?' I questioned. four o'clock.' PIou see who was playing?' you remember what it was Ig being played?' a good many moments the boy lwith his memory. Then his t name it.' he said, 'but I Iea whistle it' Shistled a few bars then all I know.' i ~I enough,' I turned to go. 'I i'e got about all that's get Do't you think so?' I looked watral office man. r 't see that you've got any he said. 'I can't see where lCSYing's going to help us out Now stop that smiling and tell you've got up your sleeve.' r. smiling. too, because I had Samy mind to act mysterious hi But at that, I had figured at facts in my mind." amake a little bet.' I said, 'that Swasn't robbed.' 'r right there, but how-' * t bialso that a man did the . he had to. A woman Shave struck the blow that I'll bet that he stayed in this fNlly ten minutes after be had the girl. But we'll have to -that later on. When you get .lG'll probably find him of a rhysterical, emotional temper Want to make a few bets?' Otral Office man was staring with bulging Jyes. She asked. 'what are you to do. kid me?' a bit of it. I'm just figuring w things. opu're not wise to all this said that I was fiuring out t.h. . A woman can some times do that, Jim. I'll tell you, for your own information, that the music I the bellboy whistled was Quand L'Amour eat Mort.' "'Whatever that is.' "'It's French for "When Love Is Dead." Now are you beginning to see?'all "'Plain as mud.' S"I allowed myself to grow serious ro then. I knew that I was working on a mighty slim amount of evidence. That bloodstain might have come on en the keys in a hundred different ways and yet, there was that peculiar coin cidence that the room was not robbed, making the motive for killing some- In thing besides greed; there was the ut' fact that no doubt the killing was done by a man, and if it was done by dc him, the motive must have been ven geance of some kind, or jealousy. And so, in spite of my misgivings, I felt rather certain in my own heart in that the man who had played the pi- ro ano was the same one who had killed m the girl. But with that, I had not progressed so very far, and I knew it. So I turned to the detective. "'Jim,' I said. 'I've got a little hunch rc on this thing. It may be right, and rc then again it may all be wrong. I'm going out to look up a little angle. n You go ahead and see what you can find out and then we'll get together again, later on.' Cl "It was still early, too early for the work that I wanted to do, and so I na started to my house to attend to an important duty of the night, the tuck- ca ing away in bed of my little kiddie, w" and giving her the good-night kiss. ca That's one thing I never can forget, fa my home life and the little kiddie w, there. It keeps me from risking many dc things that I might risk-and the keeping away from those risks has saved me more times than one. It's not best to be too foolhardy in this business. "And so I went out home, stayed there and sang the little girl to sleep and then I hurried downtown again. It was far after ten by this time and my work was about to begin. "I had changed my dress. I had rouged my cheeks and blackened my eyebrows. My lips bore a coating of carmine. I was a burlesque 'queen,' in from a long run of 'tank towns' and taking a first good look at a big city after many months of absence. And, of course, I was traveling as fast as was possible. "The loop district was my first stop. Cafe after cafe I entered, to linger t a while, watch the crowds and listen to the music, and then take my cab again for another place. Graduaily 1 the loop district was worked. I start ed south, down toward the line of cafes which fringed Michigan avenue and lower State street. A moment or two I spent in each place, but finally there came one at which I lingered. "The piano player was of a different a type from the ordinary men who work. ed in the orchestras. There was something about his eyes that bespoke a veritable craze for music. Tall, slender, yet strong, .his body swayed a with the rhythm of the melody he played, his head shook with the a thumping of the keys, while his whole soul seemed entwined in the t music he was pounding forth. Some * thing within my brAin snapped. I sud denly became nervous as I watched a him. I felt that I was shaking with k a sensation I could not fathom. There was something about that man which t made me desire to seize him, to drag y him from that piano and force him a to a police station. I guess there's a c, g. lot of intuition in me, I don't know. tU Just the same, I felt that the cabman outside would not have to carry me q t any farther; if my theory was any b e good at all, here was the person to c try working it out on. y "'Waiter,' I called, and hahded him a slip of paper, 'tale this to the pian- J Ist. please.' o "The waiter obeyed. I watched the ' a man at the instrument as he turned Y quickly and received the message y from the negro. He gazed at the a words I had written and started 5 slightly. Then he raised his head, I looked in my direction and smiled. I ti could see his lips move. It seemed 7 that they said 'certainly.' On the pa' I n per I had written 'Please play "Quand I L'Amor est Mort."' "He hesitated a moment as he turn ed to the piano again, and it seemed t that there swept over him a feeling of d revulsion. Then, almost by force, the hands were placed on the keys r- and the music began. For a moment Sit seemed ragged and uptimely. Then, t as the swing broke its way into his I heart, everything changed. Pealing, almost thundering forth at times, d plaintive, appealing, the notes trick s ling out like tiny brooks at other meo d ments, he brought from that tin panny piano a harmony that was al- ' t most divine. The loud chatter and brazen laughter of the cafe ceased. Men and women turned in their chairs e i to listen and to watch the better, t Half drunken men leered silently; oth- I n ers ho had gone farther into the e t I cups that sometimes cheer and some times breed melancholy, began to i Is weep on each others' shoulders and to t d apologize for all past misdeeds, real t o and fancied. Bar after bar, on went t t the music. Stronger, then weaker, a rising and falling, the piece was play- F r- ed. It seemed that the pianist had lost every bit of knowledge of the c g world around him. He was now a buried within himself, in a sphere I u apart. I looked at his face. It was I lined and furrowed. The eyes had in I Sthem the appearance of intense suf- i fering. I believed that I saw a tear, Is drop to the keys. Silently, I rose from my table and left the cafe. I at "It was nearly midnight when I a- found my man from the Central ortse. i He had learned nothing new. Clues ti there were, of course, but those al- al ready investigated had turned forth a: nothing. He told his story and then a looked questionably at me. g "'What do you know?' he asked. It "'I know our man. Jim. I feel sure of it.' I answered: 'but he's a queer s one, just as I said. And I think there's only one way to make him own e up. You can't start his passions much otherwise. I'm afraid that we're go-Ih Ing to have to act a bit theatrical. That room up there where the girl was found dead has not beenchanged, much, has it?' " 'The body has been taken away.' h "'I know that, but otherwise?' f, "'No. Wny?' "'See if the room next to it is va. cant. And find out if there is a con- a necting door.' "'I know that already.' The de- i tective grinned. 'And you can bet that ( all the rooms around it are vacant, a What do you want?' r "'I want a piano moved into the c room where the murder occurred, and t I want some one who will be brave ' enough to stay in there and play it. Can you get him?' "His eyes bulged again. " 'What are you trying t---' f "He looked at me blankly a mo ment, then moved away. In ten min- t utes he was back. "'I've got it all fixed. Now, what, do we do?' " Make the arrest. Come on.' "On the way I explained things, and in an hour we had our musician in the room adjoining the one in which the murder had been committed. We had taken him into the hotel in a manner that left him in the dark as to exact ly where he was going. It was plain that he did not recognize the sur roundings. The door to the girl's room was closed. Jim began on him. "'Now, my friend, what's your name?' "'Thomas Withers.' "That, of course," explained Miss Clement. "wasn't his name. One thing I do not like to do is to tell the real name of a man whose case has been through my hands. Of course, he 1 can't be hurt. but there are others who have remained behind whom it can injure, and so"-shei studied the face of a woman in a nearby box and went on-"well, I just don't like to! do it. "Jim continued: "'They say at the cafe that you s71 ~ 4 *Mf :** 1 ,, ý, ý ii ý 'ýý ýýi" ýI I s. N E B\ FORTH INTO WIL 8 oil HE BURST FORTH INTO WILD SOBBING. came to this city from Pittsburgh. Is that true?' "'Yes, but I don't see why you are questioning me, or why you have brought me here. If you've got any charge tc make against me, why don't you take me to a police station. I-' "'That'll be about enough of that,' Jim interrupted. 'You'll see the inside of a station soon enough. Now., where's that girl that came here with your "Withers whirled. Then his face set. "'There wasn't any girl,' he snapped. "'Wasn't there? Are you sure about that? You came here with her, then you told her that you didn't care for her any more and that she could go. Isn't that the truth?' "Withers did not answer. "'You told her that you were fond of another and that she could get out of the way. Answer me!' "Still no response came from the man before us. Jim fidgeted in his chair. "'You're going to talk before I get through with you,' he threatened, 'and you might as well make up your mind to that right now. What was that girl's name?' "'There wasn't any girl.' "'You've said that before. Now I want something different. What was that girl's name?' "'There--' "'Don't start that again. You know there was a girl and that you quit loving her and that she balked on the game. She knew something on you, didn't she?' Withers seemed to shift in his chair a bit. 'She knew some thing on you and she was going to tell the other woman about it. Isn't that the truth; isn't it?' •'Withers looked at Jim with dull eyes. His hands clasped and unclasped nervously. He ran his tongue about on his dry lips. He raised his head as if he were choking. But he gave forth no sound. Jim's face grew red. "'You're going to tell me the truth,' he bellowed. 'And you're going to do it right now. Now, you answer my questions!' "'Withers again looked at the detec tive and then looked at me. "'What do you want to know?' he asked a' last, rather sullenly. 'Ask i me something I can tell you about and I'll talk to you. I don't know anything about this btsilness you're going so wild about. There isn't any girl, and supl ose there was, abhat of it?' "'You've killed her, that's all,' an swered Jim. "Withers started in his chair. His eyes grew a bit furious, then calmed. "'You are mistaken,' he said slow ly. "I motioned to Jim and he reached gently down by the side of his chair. pulled a cord that had leen laid along the floor and into the next room. Then t he turned, allowed the scowl to fade from his face, and sat smiling at the , prisoner. ti "For a moment there was silence, tt and then, from a distance, there be- a gani to drift the tones of a plaintiff , melody. Slowly it began, and softly. r Gradually the tones grew In strength , and seemed to float into the silent room from a hundred scources at it once. I saw Withers look up, I saw him gaze about him in astonishment. Then his head dropped. a "Gradually, ever and ever more in tense, the music grew. Withers edged forward a bit in his chair and folded his arms. I could see that his b head waved a trifle with the action of the music. His face grew saddened. b "' "Quand l'Amour est Mort".,' he mused. "'An echo.' said .im, 'of the same c piece you played in tile parlor of the hotel this afternoon.' I "Withers turned sharply. " I don't-' he began. "'Oh, yes you do,' Jim returned, ' and the smile s'ill rested on his face. r Then again he lapsed into silence, I while he and I watched the mnan be- t fore us. 1 "Tho music was growing more pas sionate. more pleading, even more melancholy. Once it was played c through, then again. Withers rocked in his seat. I could see that the tears were beginning to start from his eyes. I could see too that here was a muste maniac, that his whole being. just as t I had judged, was ruled by music, and by one bit in particular. At last he rose and began to jpace about the room. He patted his hands nervously. I His shoulders rocked. I "'Who's playing that?' he asked, . as :e stopped nervously for a second. i "'The girl you killed, probably,' an swered Jim with a smile. 1 "A toss of the head, an angry glint out of his eyes, and Withers had turned to his pacing again. Still the t full-toned notes were hurrying into t the room, flooding it, filling it with their eloquence. More and more they < were having their effect on Withers. t His eyes were growing wild. The a nervousness was becoming more and a more marked. U "'Who's playing that?' he asked a again in an agitated voice. 'Who's 1 playing that?' "'I told you,' said Jim. 'Open that t door.' I "Almost with a rush, Withers went to the door that led into the next room. Hurriedly he threw it open and started to rush within. Then he re coiled. He staggered. His hands went before his eyes and he reeled backward. Only the bare room was before him, bare except for the evi- i dences of the struggle of the after- I noon, of the evidences of death. The piano was not to be seen. " 'You- ' he screamed. 'You--' "Jim leaped to his feet and seized him. " 'Now will you confess,' he urged. 'Now will you say that you did it? What was her name? What was her name? Answer me; answer me!' "Slowly the head bent downward. The shoulders shook, it seemed with sobs. " Heloise,' came the broken answer. 'Yes-I did it-hbut I did love her-it was because of that-she had decided to quit me and I-I- ' He burst forth into wild sobbing. "And that." concluded Miss Clem ent, "is about all there is to the story. You see, we had taken the precaution to have the piano put into a deep closet in the room. Somewhat ghost ly. I'11 admit, but it worked well." She turned the pages of her pro gram. "What are the good songs in the next act?" she asked interestedly. Astonishment in Baltimore. It is hard to say whether the marketmen or the clubwomen of Balti more were the more surprised when_ an investigating committee of the wo men found that in several of the markets the scales were giving more than sixteen ounces of meat to the i pound.-Boston Herald. at * dl i m MINE ROMANCES IN ' BRITISH COLUMBIA ' tt tt tl S' EKING for treasure." The f words are as a magnet in the r: power they have over the minds of men. Let an ex plorer come home to tell of gold c mines. of gems. and of pearls to be found in some region of utter desola- Io tion. amid peril, discomfort and soli- it tude. and the great and small. gentle and simple rush in thousands over- b enas in pursuit of the golden spotl T Perhaps nowhere has the romance of a seeking treasure been kept so actively w alive as in the northern gold-produe- a ing regions of North America. tI Even stranger than fiction is the r tale told by Charles McLeod. as Ed- c mtonton prospector, who, while leading t( a party of gold seekers through the wastes of the northwest section of p British Columbia. stumbled over the II bones of his two brothers and hit upon A a location of auriferous quartz now b bringing him in a colossal fortune. N One night in 190(, while "making e camp" with his fellow-prospectors, L1 McLeod found traces of an old camp- i: fire in the forest nearby, and in idle o I curiosity began to scrape among the ashes and bids of charred wood. pres- e ently to find on the trunk of a pine s near at hand an inscription consisting n of the date. "May. 19045." and the ini- t tials of his two brothers, who had r been missing for several years. Later t on. the discovery was made of two t skeletons under a tree a little distance t off the trail. and not far from the roe f McLeod picked up a watch, which he a at once recomnized as having belong- a ed to his brother Frank. 4 On the trees in the vicinity being r · closely examined a "blazed" trunk was found with much carving, but ! e very few of the words were readable. e Near the foot of the tree Mcl.od managed to make out sufficient to lead him to believe that a complete , , deciphering would probably mean his' fortune. The words that had remained de cipherable referred to the locating of t a gold "shaft," but the murderers, who were presumed to have been In dians, had not only taken the precau tions to remove from their victims all means of identification, but had also cut the tree in such a manner as to I make the carving unintelligible. Near at hand, however. McLeod chanced on a shaft, which, had apparently been sunk in recent years and from which a considerable quantity of gold had been extracted. Subsequently some Indians claimed that they had sunk this shaft, but the matter was deter-i mined in McLeod's favor. At the present day the prospectors' camps in southwest Oregon are haunted by a little old man, who sel dom comes In, and who when ap proached threatens with his rifle and then slinks off into the tall timber and scrub at hand. The camp to which he attaches himself he watches most carefully, following one man after an other as they leave to look for game. Something like thirty years ago this ghost-like man was a stout. strong, young German. who came into Oregon to seek gold. He did find a very valuable "prospect." and had be gun to work it when the Indians sur prised him. His one companion was killed, but the young man escaped and made his way to Rogue river. still hugging some pieces of auriferous quartz. It was years before he came back. with money enough to reopen his mine, the knowledge of which had made him rich during all the weary time of hard work and self-denial when he was laying up the "grub stake" which was to keep him from the necessity of sharing his wealth with a partner. Itut he could not find his mine! The frost and the snow, a landslip or two, and the overflowing of the cascading stream had obliterated his landmarks. At last. his money being exhausted. he told others of his mine and show ed them the specimens which he had kept by him all the years. The min ers of southwest Oregon are tired now of looking for th'e lost mine, but th, German still moves about the hills in a state of fear lest any one should find before he does the "Crazy Dutch man mine." In the early days of the Yukon gold seekers much search was made for an alluvial source from which the In dians. early in the nineteenth century. must have obtainrd the gold dust which for a time they disposed of to trappers, the lHudson tay company and others. irt,.- niorning a prospec- c tor. Joe ('arver. a henr camping with an Indian hunter, ~was told by him that, seeing the rising sunl gleam on the rocks. at the base of which ran a stream, brought to his memory that the place had been called by his for" fathers the "Rocks of Gold." Search revealed the great hoard which Na ture had been accumulatinc in the bed of the stream there for ixnumerable centuries. About eight years ago Isaac Newton t Fowler. a Ilrookltln man, while hl:nt- it ing in Chihuahua. Mexico. fout,n an old tutinnel. the mouth of which had heen wallled up at some remote tlrule. There was th. usual local tradition of i a lost Inmne in the nelghborhoold. worked Gy tlte Spaniards of ,hld and . ahandoned hi thin In consequence of h the hostiiity of the, Apaches The dis- J rov'errs of the waalled tip ttunnel de cided this awas it. and have founId it to le an xcr(''tldigly eatt I:t ine'. d A still r' her find wafr that of a prospector on the M 'l x ac.an shid' (,f the c' Ito G;rande, near Fort Ilanciock. Te'x. An old "dump" of worked rock had " been there so long that ntobody knew t\ who had taken the rock out. Not t eyVi'l it tr:iditi.n wag as ssoc(ia:'tld th It A I'-rpl'e tor inlt.rested :capital ists. and the old workings "ire' re opened. On the face of the hill being clear- a ed for the tunnel. the miners were surprised to find a solid wall of r masonry, laid in cementn and so hard i that 'hey had to blow it down by I nlts of dinamite (Once throutgh this wall thety disco·l.red a tunnenl ttlat a few fi-et further on was closed Ih by a massi\e door of hardwood logs fast.ened hby a huge lock of antique l Spanish aorkminship. They broke in and found thalt the ttunnel ran about t 4i00 feet to a breast of ore many times t richer than any found for mlany years. A revolution or Indlian rising had t probably causeid the mine to be alban doned, and the workers with the char acteristic subtlety of their time had hidden the bonanza. leaving exposed i onlly the waste product on the surface. SEEMS NOT TO CURE CROOKS There Is No Proof That Surgical Operations Can Change the Moral Character. An Interestitn after development in a surgical case which attracted much attention about four years ago has just occurred. says the Journal of the American Medical Association A pris oner serving a long sentence in the prison at Dannemora. N. Y., was par doned by Governor White on represen tations which seemed to make it clear that he had been cured of his criml nal tendencies by a surgical opera tion. Following the operation the prisoner's character seemed to change. From being sullen and morose he be came bright and cheerful, walked with firmer step. held his head erect and appeared to he a different man. It is not surprising that a fete months after the opelrationt the. gover!-,.,r was induced to set him free on par,e. and there seemed to be eve-. reason to hope that a useful citizen Liad been restored to society in place of the criminal that had been taken from it. Unfortunately the arrest of the pa roled prisoner the first week of Jan uary of the present year, for a series of burglaries with regard to which the evidence is complete, seems to make it clear that the improvement was only temporary. or that the operation and his subsequent good conduct were steps in a scheme to obtain his re lease from prison. It is of course only what might be expected. There is no trustworthy evidence to show that changes in moral character, inde pendent of mental deterioration, result from pressure on the brain. Sensa tional announcements of improvement in such cases after surgical interven tion. like those that used to be made after various surgical procedures in . epilepsy, need to be controlled by the . subsequent history of the case. Im I mediate improvement in such-cases o is usually mental rather than physical, and successes reported before many r years have tested their permanence are liable to produce false impressions. h . erusalem Since Conquest by Titus. d Briefly the history of Jerusalem e since it fell to Titus. A. D. 70, covers k the devastation of the city in 134 A. r- D., following the rebellion of Bar Coch ba. In 136 the Emperor Hadrian re , built the city, and generally paganized -it. When the empire eventually be came Christian. pilgrimages to the I. Holy City increased. and In 333 the id Church of the Holy Sepulchre was d founded. J.lustinian also distinguished h himself as a restorer; but in 614 Jeru t salem fell before the Persians, and in 637 it came under the rule of the Mo hammelans. The Arab overlords were Snot on the whole unfriendly to the o Christians, and the city was well t." cared for by them; but when the to Seljuk Turks came into power their a oppression of the pilgrims became a " challenge to the Christian nations, r:and the crusades were the result. s Godfrey of Bouillon restored the city SIn li'9. but It was retaken by Sala 1l din in 11S7 From 1247 It was subject is to Egpyt for 270 years, but eventually fell to the Sultan Selim I. In 1517. In k 1S25 there sras a partially successful is revolt against the Turkish despotism, d but In 184i the authority of Tr.key Swas confirmed by the powers. Of re al cent years the city has become the re - fuge for exil d Jews, mainly from Rus m sala. h To Much for Him. le "Why Geori,. what a condition you 0, are in! Whi re have you been?" g "It's all rf Been to say goo' bye to -.' Charlie Scrapple." d. "Wilwre's Charlie going?" '- "Charlie's going to gllrdle th' globe." id "What?" n- 'G(;irbal th' globe." W "Say it slowly." " Global th' girdl." in "Once more." Id "He's going round th' earth in eighty h- days. What's th' matter with you?" "Ah. he's going to girdle the globe, I Id- is he? Well, you girdle your way to or bed."-Cleveland Plain Dealer. ON AN ISLE OF BIRDS Commodore Salisbury Tells of an Expedition to Laysan. Retired Naval Offcer With Party of Scientists Spent Eighty Days Gathering Data on a Mid Pacific island. Rancas a'ity. M.h Straight from the x pl, t r i,r n of ;an uninlh:abited isle ini li*t I:':. ic 'c1i8an, ('omlln odore (;tergi. it S2,,libury of the' I 'nted Stat.u s iiia, rv tiried has arrived at !h hin,,e of hi. broth- r. Mark Sails l.:ryv, tia a ,nd ati -half ,n:les northeast of lith pr :M.b. '. Th'I'. ' 'o trast is gr.,at bh.t . i, * lii. ;n th:s , 1l. ,manlsion lhudb , tiam n v. lganiitt pills in It a quiet JItck-I ,n " a, I t',T I at t . d1 i':" ' oil the i- ',un to l.a tt. i ih, i* rl ,, itrn lives. aunl \\a1. . r, , , I 't,{.:'. of \ tter fowl darkIa fhi, ahir iIor id' tihtn low-lyitng -i-dl ' -hi r.- . bt..l . 1 rit-:ng above the ((. it II V I I t "utnoldore Salisbur tias busy arit:l;g out a, r. iort If hi, % l(:)age to the' Igo',. i'ntii't.t. illi noit toi bustl to t-ll it i jri i-. htativat itl the Kansas ait " S:r of -1 till it Ilthe strange -t.let- I. tl I" b latil iie \. as 'tli h.trgi- of an expedi ti( It se'lt (till h thil dc . artlt nt of agricu lt urt.. hit h lha. 'chatrge of the bird rvi -r attutti o(,I tented States ter ritory. \\ itllI hit were thiree natura li -t ThlE, party left San Francisco liii i.'n lt r , I 2 int tile, I' ited States et.i - nu cut ti r Thettis. Th-eir destina lin it s It.l Isllatl of, l.aysan, eight hituntdri ii ,:.- ne rthiiaea-t of lionolult. la'.an i . i , pIti larly rich in bird - li.- I'i hty daos \ a're spl t there. Tl'h y rrtui :,a d to Itha.,lul March 22. aiil it feti (:,1 .- I t, ,k j,-pai--age on thei I tited S.titt s tr:an:aport Sheirman for -a; ti - rai t,-i( Theyv reached that cit V A pril I1 There specitleins taken it i it1 th o ii :.g. wa-re shippel d to \\'a.shiutgtat Afteir a f.-a days spent in tilt coast cit . (' Iaanodiire Sailis bury started b-i.ak to Itl..pendentace. arriving there la -t Sunday A ntap of ti, island of La isat made durint g th.ir stay asho s it to li- of pe culiar fornatllitn It is about tao and o i.-half uli l.. l.tng anld one mile wide. In the lcenter occupying about one I tit of an elongated doughnut. At no place does the island rise more than twenty-five feet above ocean level. The place swarms with birds. "I learned more about birds on this trip Birthan had ever dreamed of bebreayn." hunCommodore and isbury said yesterday afternoon. "We brought home with us 175 rare specimens. These will be mounted and placed in the govern ment museums. "We found two varieties that are t found nowhere else. One is the lay san rail. It is about the size of a tquail and has small wings, but they do SIt little good, for it cannot fly. We started home with eighty living speci mene o' the rail, but the return trip was so cold that all except five died. The survivors were left at the Golden Gate park in San Francisco. The other bird peculiar to the island is the Laysan teal, a fowl smaller than the mallard duck, but resembling It in general appearance. Incidentally, we found a pair of mallard ducks that had come over from the mainland of Cali fornia, thousands of miles away." LAST RELICS OF THE MAINE Six Thousand Pounds of Brass and SBronze Fittings Stripped From Vessel Cast In Tablets. a New York--Six thousand pounds of a relics from the t'. 8. S. Maine, which I wi-rn taken from the battleship before I-she was towed out to sea from Ha 1 vana and given her final resting place, Shave arrived at the John Williams S bronze foundry, to be cast Into a fit. s ting and perman-nt memorial. This disposition of the brass and S bronze tittings of the battleship which r for twelve years had lain beneath the I sea is in accordance with an act of S tCOagr-ss. The piarts of the wreck that were Y thught to be suitable for thei purpose Swere first sent to Washington, where t they were nueltid together, purified V and cast iuto thirty-pound ingots. It is ! in this form, that all that is left of ii tha- Mairin has just arrived In New 1, York Y a nti thiousa:nd tableIts, d-.;igned by vha'k: s. Kick (,f this city. aren: being ca t lay the Willianms foundry, and will e- delivi-rtd aipomi ri-quest to patriotic .-rit hti-s aill over the country. Two huilaird alwltati 'lns have already ba-i-n r..ciiva.d at the offica of the as . ?istant .ecrrtary of the navy. Thy tablets will have a natural o bronza finish; they will weigh twelve and half iounds and nmeasure 13 by 1I inc h.s. Nabs Burglars With Pencil. New lial.n, t'i ot:. - Henry \VWedland atid Alhixand-r lIrurtinirnd wire cap tlredl by H. I. I iai.hlol of Dayton, (ahii, a; Yal' a. tior. at the point of a .iivir pencil. whtlh they wera- ransack ing h:s ralr.: fn Vanderbilt hallga the Yale camlaus. They thought tl pen cil w;as a pistol WV.dland had a load ed revolver at the time.