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RHIe Shots echo In the Woods.
Of conveying even a t'the of the hor?
ror I sxpeiienced st Csmeron's die?
closure I sm nigh hopeless. The mors
w??? discussed the occurrence the >ess
susooptible It seemed of explsnation.
And what Is so terrifying ss the In?
explicable, or so dreadful ss the in?
tangible? Hero, apparently, was an
enemy of calm and cunning malignity,
who choee to manifest bis power In a
mrrner slmost ludicrously puerile
sere as It pointed with significant fin?
ger to some dire and Inevitable sequel
?yet with such crafty secrecy as com?
pletely to mystify and dismay.
Cameron showed me the mutilated
portrait. Ho had taken it do*n al?
most Immediately, and had hidden It
away la a closet of the hall behind an
array of raincoats. The cutting had
been done, evidently, with an exceed?
ingly keen blade, and very dexterous?
ly dona. But that It should have been
accomplished In twelve minutes, while
Cameron sat In the room, not fifteen
feet distant, was beyond our compre?
hension. Absorption In his book was
the nearest ws came to a solution, and
that was scarcely tenable. For there
was tbo crowded top of the book?
shelves. To cut the canvas, the van?
dal must either have stood upon that
or bare reared a ladder. There waa
not room for the foot of a child on the
shelf-top. and as for the ladder. It waa
unthinkable. How could a ladder have [
been carried In and out without Cam?
eron being conscious of It? From
every possible sngle we viewed the In?
cident, making every concelvsble con?
cession, snd no hslf-way plausible an?
swer to the riddle presented Itself.
And though our common serrae told US
that the time of miracles was long
past, that no Oy res' ring nor Albe
rich's cloak survived to this day to
make Invisible their wearers, there
persisted, nevertheless, a chill, uncan?
ny sense of the supernatural, quite
evident to me In Cameron's hushed
voice snd furtive manner, snd in my
own unwonted nervous disquietude.
We sat very lat?. 1 wished, If pos?
sible, to learn If at any time in my
friend's life he hal done aught to en
gender an enmity to which these
Strangs developments could be traced
?whether, for lnttsnce, in the hot
blood of his youth in some far land he
had provoked th*? vengeance of one
wboee humor it Is never to forget. As
we tslked I came to know Cameron
batter than 1 hsd ever known him be?
fore. He bared to me much of his
early career; he cave me a clearer
view of his temperamental qualities;
and yet I could not but feel that he
left the vital point untouched, that be?
neath hie seemtni. frsnkness there Isy
bidden, shielded, some one episode,
perhsps. which might let the light In
upon our dsrvnets. For my question
was evaded rather thsn answered.
Presently, we went back to the let?
ters snd dltsectod them, coldly and
critically, sentence by sentence, snd
while the wetrd Influence which they
bad exerted upon me at the first reed?
ing Increased, stimulated possibly by
the incident of the portrait, still wo
reached a certain practical, common
eense view as to their origin; for we
came to see in them what we be?
lieved to be the band of a religious
fanatic. Csrtaln sxpreestons, ws con?
cluded, were quotstions. If they wets
not Biblical, they were certainly c-f
sacrsd genesis. And the discovery
was not reassuring. It lent. Indeed,
an adtfed prick to the perturbation we
Nor did the shsence of a specified
date for the second promised demon?
stration of power tend to relievo our
uneasiness. In this silence we found
the arme of cunntng cruelty. Any day,1
at any hour, some other mystifying,
soul torturing Incident was llsblo to
I tried t*** srgue thst the seventh day
wsa Implied, Inasmuch as the second
note was received ssj th* same day of
the month as the first, and was a mere
continuation of the original threat.
Hut my contention lacked the Intrinsic
streng'h which carries conviction,
snd, as Cameron put It, WO could only
"watfh and WaHj" for the communi?
cations offered no alternative. Tboj
mad*? no demand WhfOfl t*ln?< com?
piled with would avert penalty Only
Implacable snd hsOrvltable retrlhu'hm,
calm, patient, and determined effv 1
from every line.
Hut. in spite of Cameron's evident
anilcv and In usln* tr. it etfTI I im
very mildly stitlng Ms obvious ooodV
tlon of mind- he sternly refus*. d hi
consult el?h?T ? he pollco or the pr! ii
"You msy BO| know," he explain* d,
"that I am largely ratetegtad In ?
tain line of laduslrtal enterprleee, the
shar?'* of which are Hated on the New
York stork hange, ?bould the pub
lie become aware that my lite Is
threatened, very serious eonoequeneea
tnlgl t eiiKue in tho market No. c.yd \
whatever is .. ,i poo b.? <; i,v
?ura^lv? ?, und hv friends whom tre
can trust absolutely. i can take rib
risk of this horrid thing getting into
the newspapers. Besides," he added,
with a kindly, cdnslderatlve smile,
"Evelyn must ho kept In ignoranve.
Not for worlds would i have her trou?
bled by our perplexing enigma."
My suggestion that he should go
abroad for a time, or at least spend a
few weeks at Newport, was met with
similar obstinate refusal.
"i admit that i have been somewhat
upset by this extraordinary combina?
tion," was the way he expressed It,
"but i am not a coward. i am not go- ,
lng to run. Even If i were inclined to
do so, what should I gain? If a ma" I
be not safe in his own house, where In
Heaven's name is he likely to And
Quite naturally i was led by this ex?
pression to inquire whether, per?
chance, he mistrusted ar.y of the many
persons who were employed in the
house and about the estate. But, some?
what to my surprise, he was almost
gravely offended by the mere sugges?
tion. Nevertheless there were several
1 features of the affair, chief of them
the manner in which the letters were
received, which caused me to dwell
with some mental persistence on this
as the most profitable ground for spec?
ulation. Ar.d when at length, *n the
morning's small hours. i returned to
ray home and to my bed, i carried the
thought with me.
The sowing of this seed In the sub?
conscious garden of my mind brought
forth fruit after He kind. I awoke
with a perfectly clear understanding
of how that which, the night before,
had seemed ao impossible of accom?
plishment was, perhaps, after all,
merely a harlequin trick, quite simple
With the new day, too, and th?
sunlight, and tl cheery brightness of
my own rooms, there came a lifting of
that oppressive atmosphere of the eso?
teric which at Cameron's had set my
nerves out of plumb and my reason
on the biae. Indeed i was fully con?
vinced that we had beon foolishly con?
structing an Alpine chain out of a mis?
erable little row of mole hills, and i
determined to lose no time in bringing
Cameron, whom i now regarded ss
most needlessly alarmed, to my own
wholesome way of thinking.
Directly after breakfast, therefore, i
set forth on foot for my neighbor's,
choosing the shore road as the more
direct of the two routes.
Personally, my taste In landscape is
for dlstsnt view in preference to near
at-hand foliage. My own house, which
If fashioned In semblance of a Pom
pellan villa, its cream-white walla
punctuated with shutters of a some?
what vivid pea-green and crowned by
gently sloping roofs of the same
bright color, gazes out across 8:am- ,
ford Harbor and the blue waters of
the Sound, to where on clear days the
pencilled outline of Raton's Neck
shows purple in the distance. There
are no towering, umbrageous trees to
interrupt the outlook; only low, care?
fully-trimmed shrubs, adorning a
scries of marble sculpture-dotted ter?
races, well below the line of vision.
But the Cameron place, reflecting the
Townshury penchant for arboriculture,
Is quite the reverse. The prospect
from the windows and verandahs of
the fine old mansion is all green vistas
and leafy perspectives, with only a
glint of sun-sparkled waves, chance
caught between gray boles or when
the wind spreads a momentary open- 1
ing In the foliage.
My way to Cameron's led through a
veritable forest of euch luxuriant leaf?
age that the path more than half the
time was in twilight, while to right
andV left the shadows deepened Into
dark in the cloistral recesses of the
woodland heart. The silence was pro?
found. No voice of bird nor scurrying
foot of squirrel Invaded the morning
hush of those ramous depths. My own
foo steps on toe soft turf returned no
? half mile or more i had walked In
this mute greenwood peace, when
sherp and clear there echoed through
the verdurous aisles the crack of a
rifle and i came to a sudden, Involun?
Then it occurred to me that It was the
third day of the open season for rail
birds, and that It wae the report of a
shot-gun i had heard, fired by some
sportsman, off on the shore, there, to
my right. And so i resumed my tramp,
with ears keen for a repetition. Al?
most Immediately i was rewsrded, and
then i knew that It was no rail bird
gunner, for the shot was unmistakably
s rifle shot, snd It wss fired In the
depth of the wood, to the left of me.
Three times more i heard It, In fair- !
ly rapid succession, and sounding al?
ways from about the same direction. I
cannot say that it gave mo any un?
easiness, but It perplexed mo in a mild
way, arousing a passing curiosity as
to its objert. And then, I came out
upon the well-kept, gravelled drive
whleh circles tho close-cropped, vel?
vety Cameron lawn, and catching
sight of Cumcron hlmHelf, In riding
breeches and puttees, romping with
one of hit picturesquely graceful Rus?
sian S/Olf hounds, promptly forgot all
He I MM aeross tho swtird to meet
me, the greet, gaunt white hound
pressing ?. lose to his Side, god I
thought i saw thai he, too, had ex?
perienced the inspiriting Influenoo of
"i havo found an answer," i Cried,
While he van still fifty yard* away,
"possibly t' e answer."
He raised bis brows In question, and
the hound, with open jaws, fondled bis
*'i lad a horseback ride bef >ro
break! ist/1 he ',,! l tne, sa ho sbtmk
rrv blind. "Thea i spent sn hour at
the ktnnels. We've n lino new biond
?.f oolite pi pi les. 1 a must ?< e tin a."
"T trait to," i returned.
"\\ Iii t do you i ? v to tennis?" hi
?U((,e ted, Irrelevantly, "Just a let.
Tt'i a nne morning for tennis.**
"If you can lend me a pair of shoes,*
I consented, glaring down at my boots,
"A dozen pairs," he smiled. "Come
up to my dressing room. Louis will fit
I was Boaroely prepared for thla
change In my friend's mood, and far
from happy over it. Ho wuh evidently
determined to Ignore the subject that
had so engrossed us tho night before,
\ hoping to find surcease of harassing
thought In a roetlcss round of activi?
ties. The condition was a morbid one
which I believed should be discour
I aged; tho more so as I possoaaed what
I I fancied was a perfectly practical so?
lution of that which hitherto had
seemed to us an inexplicable phe?
nomenon. And I was a little annoyed,
too, that my good tidings should bo
When, therefore, we had entered
the hall and Cameron was leading to?
wards the broad, ascending staircase,
"Do you mind giving me Just a
He stopped, turned, and stood la
"A minute in your study," I added,
Reluctantly, It seemed to me, he
crossed to the study door, and throw?
ing It open, stood aside that I might
The room appeared far less grim
' and gloomy than when I had last en?
tered it. Ita windows faced the
south; and between tho ollvo-green
tapestry curtains the sun poured in a
flood, Uahtt&gJ up the far corners, glint?
ing op the gilt ornaments of the writ?
ing table, and bathing in dazzling
I splendor the burnished bronzes op the
crowded top of the book-shelves,
j "I see you aro not deposed to re?
sume our discussion of last night," I
begun, when Cameron, having closed
the door behind him, halted Just in?
side, and with hands in pockets, await?
ed my opening. "But I want to show
you that we have been in very much
tho samo position as the wondoring
children who watch the prcstldtgita
teur. We havo Imagined something
amazingly like a miracle, which, in
point of fact, is capable of a very sim
pk*. commonplace explanation."
"You mean the cutting out of the
head of the portrait?" he asked, with
"You have discovered how it was
done, before my eyes, so to speak,
"I havo discovered how it may have
been done," I interrupted.
He moved his head Just perceptibly
from side to side in skeptical gesture.
"The door of this room is seldom
locked?" I queried, ignoring the indi?
"Never locked," he answered.
"It would be quite possible for any
one, knowing that you were absent,
to spend an hour or so here uninter?
"Any one?" he questioned.
"Any one who had gained entrance
to the house," I amplified.
"Oh, yes, I presume so."
"They would have ample time to
clear a space on the book-shelves,
climb up. aud carefully cut out the
head, or any part, or tho whole of a
portrait, if they were so inclined?"
I paused for his answer, but he only
smiled with a sort of incredulous tol?
"Would they not?" 1 insisted. But
Cameron was most perverse this morn?
"My dear Clyde," he scoffed, "of
what use is all this? The portrait was
cut, not while I was absent, but while
I was present. 1 saw it complete at
three o'clock; at twelve minutes post
three. It was mutilated."
"My contention is," 1 explained,
quite patiently, "that while you saw
It complete at three o'clock, the cut
had already been made, but the cut
portion had not been removed. In
other words, the cutting having been
deftly done with a thin, sharp knife, it
was perfectly feasible to leave the por?
trait apparently intact, though with
the slightest effort the Incised portion
could subsequently be released?with,
say, a piece of cord, glued to the back
for that especial purpose."
Now that I had made myself clear,
Cameron was quick to acknowledge
the possibility of such a method.
"And tho cord, you mean, led down
behind the book-shelves, and perhaps
through a window?" he suggested.
"Precisely. And was pulled by some
one on the outside." I
"Yes," he said, thoughtfully. "Such
an explanation is not unreasonable.
The thing, really, must havo been
dono In some such way."
"And don't you see," I hurried on
with my advantage, "how utterly
cheap this makos the whole affair? i
There's nothing at all impressive In
that performance when you Hurt out
how It was dono. If the next demon- |
stratlon is no better than such clap?
trap, you may rest assured you have
a very plcayunlsh sort of mountebank
villain to deal with. So, cheer up, my
dear man, and I'll shpw you a few
tricks at tennis that may ho equally
Unquestionably my friend appeared
relieved. Bui I came to fancy later
that the appearam a was feigned for
my benefit. Certainly he was not con?
vinced, and In that proved himself .
possessed of an Intuition, a world 1
more accurate than my own.
Tho at tennis having finished
With victory perching; on raj banners,
I made excuse to put off the lnspe< tbm 1
of the collie puppies until another
tirno, rosumod nij \ !ili<!" boot 1 and,
? : m partim It fui lie adm< 1 Itlon to
c nen '1 to "think no mow about it,"
start) fl on my bom< ward a sy,
Mj route lay again through lha min- 1
iature forest, for tho day "bad waxed
uncomfortably warm with the ap
' proach of noon, and there was Bcant
shade on the high-road between our
two houses. In the wood, however,
the air was gratefully cool, and I
strode on at a good pace, breathing
deeply and with enjoyment the bosky
odors which greeted me afresh at
The dead silence which I had re?
marked earlior was broken now by the
hoarse tooting of a steamboat whistle,
?om a where off shore, and by the Bhrlll
voices of birds, apparently in resent?
ful protest at this raucous invasion of
their sylvan quiet.
I had succeeded In putting aside, for
the moment at least, all thought of
Cameron, hla anonymous letters, and
his mutilated portrait, and was dwel?
ling on my disappointment at not hav?
ing caught even bo much as a glimpse
of Evelyn Gray son during my morn
, lng visit to Cragholt. It is true that I
had gone there with a single purpose
In mind?to convey to Cameron what
I believed to be an importVrrit theory?
but underlying this, I realized now,
! was more than a hope, a confidence
even, that I should seo Evelyn. I was
tempted, indeed, 1.0 a regret that I had
not waited, visited the kennels, and
accepted Cameron's Invitation for
luncheon, which would doubtless have
Insured me a few words at least with
my Goddess of Youth.
"While on the verge ,of this self-re?
proach my spirits suddenly lifted, for
the steam whistle having died away
in the distance and tho feathered
cholrpte have relapsed Into a
pleat* d ^nirp that merely accented
tho stillness, there broke all at once
on tho mute calm of the woodland the
silver sweetness of a girl's singing.
Clear and resonant It rang through the
forest aisles; a voice I knew beyond
mistaking. Evelyn Grayson was com*
lng towards mo over the scented turf.
; Still hidden by a bend in the path, the
melody alcno measured for me her ap
1 proach. It was a French chanson she
was lilting, a lyric of Baudelaire's, of
which wo were both fond.
Bweot muste sweeps me like tho sea
1 Toward my pale star,
Whether the clouds be there or all the I
air be free,
I sail afar.
And then she came around the turn.
I At first she did not see me, for her
eyes wero lifted with her voice, and I
had time to mark the fascinating
grace of her loug, free stride, before
she became conscious of my presence
1 and checked and shortened it. She
I wore a frock of white serge, the
skirt's edge at her ankles, revealing
' dainty, snowy buckskin ties and Just a
. peep of white silk hose. And her
flower-like face looked out through a
i frame of Leghorn straw and pinh
roses, tied snugly beneath her softl]'
] rounded chin with the filmiest of long,
I floating white veils. You can imaglno
the picture sho made, there in this
green glade, with her big blue eyes
alight with glad surprise, and tha
warm blood suddenly risen in her
"You truant!" I cried, In Jocular rei>
rimand. "Are you always going to ruu
away when I visit Cragholt?"
She pouted prettily. I detest a wom?
an who pouts, ordinarily. There is
usually Buch palpable affectation about
it. But Evelyn's pouting was winsome
as an infant's. Besides It was only
momentary. Then her eyes flashed and
her foot was planted very hard, few
such a tiny thing, on the green grass
"I'm not a truant," she declared,
with feigned Indignation, "and I never
thought of running away. That's Ju?t
your conceited manly imagination.
You <ancy that everything I do can
have but one cause, and that is your?
self. How, pray, was I to know you
intended paying us a morning call?"
"Tut, tut," I caught her up. "What
a little spitfire we have here! If you
hadn't deserted mo so shamefully last
evening, I shouldn't have minded this
morning, so much. As It la, It seems
aeons since I saw you."
Now she smiled until her dlmplea
nestled. "That Is much better," she
returned, gayly, "and deserves a reply,
Just as my action of last evening de?
serves praise, and not rebuke. I sac?
rificed myself and my pleasure for one
"Not for me, surely I"
"Did I use the word conceit a mo?
ment ago? Are you the only man I
"I hope so," I answered, impudently/
"There 1b another," she confessed,
In mock tragedy. "Behold his face!"
I had not noticed that she held a
little roll in her hand, for my eyes had
been ever on hers; so, when abruptly,
she spread out and held before me the
missing head from Cameron'b portrait,
I was doubly unprepared. I know I
was startled. Sho said afterwards
that I went very white. I suppose I
did; for with tho rush of realization
came such <k chain of supposition as to
drive mo momentarily dizzy. For a
second or more I stood dumb, while
my hand went out in eager reach for
tho scrap of canvas, which, I had ob?
served, instantaneously, bore four p< r
forations, all of a siz*?the size of a
rifle bullet. With that discovery had
1 recurred tho shots I had heard; and
following this, came a maze of con
jecture, g< ii g back to that first letter,
1 then to the painting's mutilation, and
on through devious wayB to the morn*
Ing's target practice; and always with
one or another of Cameron's trust* d
bi rvanta as the chief actor.
When 1 recovered my composure 1
found Kvelyn backing wilfully away
from in v eovi toue hand.
"II la the picture of th^ mau I lovo,"
I she was Baying, tenslngly. "A very,
\< ry good nan."
I 'Tail where did you get it?" \ aejeed
seriously. "Do you know where it
1 Suddenly she wag sa grave as l
"I found it nailed to a tree,** she an?
swered. ''Wasn't ft odd? How do you
suppose It came there? It looks like
the portrait thut hung In TTncle
Robert's study. Do you suppose he
grew to dislike It, and cut it up and
threw it away?"
Now I found mjdelf In some little
embarrassment. If I was to obey<
Cameron's injunction I could not tell
Evelyn the truth. Yet I was in no
position to make light of her find. On
the other band I must loarn from her
Just where she had come upon it, and
so trace, if possible, the person whe
had fired the shots which riddled it.
"My dear girl," I said, adopting a
tone of cajolery, "we have here, 1
think, a matter in which wo both can
be of service?very valuable service,
Indeed, to that beloved undo and
guardian of yours. Put, you must trust
me, absolutely, and, for the present at
least, you must give to him no hint of
what we have in hand. Do you un?
She laughed In that merry rippling
fashion which I had found not the
least of her charms.
"Do I understand?" she repeated,
laying a hand on my arm in emphasis I
of her amused tolerance. "Do I un?
derstand? Of course I don't, and 1
shan't, until you have answered at
least a half-dozen whys and whats.H
"But you must trust mo," i iu?isted,
"and as primary evidence cf that truat
you will proceed at once to hand over
to me, for examination, that somewhat
damaged piece of portraiture which
you are holding behind you."
Very wide her eye opened In an In?
nocent, almost inf'.nt ie stare, as tjhe
"Do you really mean It, Philip F
"Really," I answered, gravely. *Td
like to tell you all about it, right here
and now, but that might spoil every*
thing, so you must show what a strong
womanly woman you are, by keeping
silenco and waiting."
In token of compliance she gave
me the oval piece of canvas.
"I wonder who punched the holes
in HI" she remarked, ruefully. "Who?
ever It was, they were shockingly dl*
I tried to fancy what she would
have said had she known they were
bullet holes. Evidently that possibil?
ity had not occurred to her and I was
glad that it had not,
"There are two ways of looking at
It," I replied, my eyes fixed on the
canvas and Its perforations. "At first
glance it does seem spiteful; but then
there is a chance that it is not lcono
clasm, after all. It may be, you know,
Just the reverse. I have not infre?
quently seen portraits than were sc
unjust to the originals that they fair?
ly cried out for destruction."
"But this is not one like that," she
retorted. "This seems to me a very
good portrait. I am sure Uncle Rob?
ert must have looked exactly like It,
ten years ago."
"Alas, we do not all see with the 1
same eyes," I assured her, smiling.
"The destroyer may have looked on It !
as a caricature, not having your cul?
tured ta6te In art." 1 held it off at
arm's length, and after regarding it 1
critically for a moment between half- j
closed lids, I continued, "Do you think
you could point out the identical tree
j to which it was nailed?"
"I could try," was her answer.
"Is it far?"
I "Not very. A mile, from here, pos?
sibly. Over the ridge."
"Near anything !n particular?" j
"Near the trail which leads up from i
the trout stream to the entrance drive
not far from the Lodge."
"When will you take me there V I
For Just an instant she hesitated.
"We might go now," she replied, "If
it weren't that I am expecting Celia
Ainslee for luncheon. Suppose we say
five o'clock. You can meet me at the
Lodge. It's a short walk from there."
"Fine!" I approved, thrusting tho
portrait head beneath my arm and
taking possession of both her white
gloved hands. Slender and shapely
hands, yet wonderfully capable.
"Good-byl" she cried, laughing.
"Take care of my uncle!" with a
glance towards her punctured find.
"Good-by!" I returned, releasing
her. "Your uncle shall have my most
The real significance of the words
she, of course, did not comprehend.
But as I stood watching her until a
turn in the path enfolded her from
my sight, their echo, ringing in my
ears, impressed me with their preg?
nancy. Her uncle was evidently the
focal point of a crafty and vengeful
conspiracy, the seriousness of which
I had been foolishly endeavoring to
minimize; and as such he was In
need, not only of my concern, but of
all the loyal, energetic, and eSclent
aid of which I was capable.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
A man i* gifted with more Intelli?
gence than a horse, hut a man can be
persuaded t?> take a drink when he
doesn't n?ed p. while a horse knows
when he has enough! till th-- m vt
time. That is the difference between
intelligence und horse w ns< Wil?
California Woman Sorlou*lji Vanned.
\ short t line ago I contracted a se
\ ere cold ?* in. h i et tied on my lungs
and caused me .? great deal ?>t an
noyam - . 1 would have bad < i ugh
ing spells and my lungs were so i r?
I ?!hamb< Main's t !oun i> llvn ? dj .
(ng she lad used It for yean I bought
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Appointment of Receiver, a Kecee*
Washington, Dec. 2.?The great
Harriman merger, created when the
i*ni< n Pacific Railroad Company
bought #6 per cent of the stock of tho
Southern Pacific Railway system, wag
split asunder today by tie- Supreme
Court of the United States, as ? viola?
tion of the Sherman anti-trust law.
Then with the end of the merger be?
fore it, the court sent forth its por
tentiOUS declaration that "while this
law may not be able to BOforce COflS"
petition, it c ^?,1 reach combinations
which render competition impractica?
Justice Day announced the unani?
mous opinion of the court. Judge Van
Deventer took no part in the consid?
eration of the case today, but his
personal finding, when he was a Judge
of the Utah Circuit Court, to the effect
that the two roads wa re not compet?
itors, and. therefore, no violation of
the law, had resulted iron, the pur?
chase, was reversed and annulled.
Instead of following the reasoning
of Justice Van Deventer and Judges
Ban boil) and Adams, the Court, in
substance) approved the minority
holding of Judge Hook, that the roads
wore competitors and that it was just
as much S violation of the law for
one road to buy the controlling stock
of a competitor as it was for a hold?
ing company, as in the Northern Se?
curities case, to buy the controlling
stock of two competing companies.
As the Northern Securities plan fail?
ed nearly ten years ago, so the Har?
riman plan fell today.
The Circuit Court for the District
of Utah was directed to supervise the
hearings, and in emergency to appoint
separation of the two roads after
a receiver to sell the stock. The
Union Pacific, if the Circuit Court sees
proper, may retain control of the old
Central Pacific line from Ogdon to
San Francisco. The decision of the
lower Court, that there was no viola?
tion of the law in the attempt 1.0 ac?
quire the Northern Pacific stock and
the stock of the Atehison. Topeka and
Santa Fe Railroad Company, after?
wards abandoned, and a certain in?
terest in the San Pedro, Los Angeles
and Salt Lake Railroad Company,
was allowed to stand.
It is the general belief here that
the application of the decision to the
railroad situation of the country will
be widespread, placing a powerful
precedent in the hands of the At?
torney General to prevent consolida?
tion of COmpetltlng roads.
Department of justice oincials,
however, wore not prepared tonight
to discuss the full effect of ihe de
eisten. Attorney General Wlck< .^lam
(dated over the outcome, issued a
statement in which he simply declar?
ed the caee extended principles of
the Northern Securities cage and re?
affirmed those of the Standard Oil
and St. Louis Terminal Association
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