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LOVE THE CONQUEROR
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Cfl M| | CHARLES GARVICE || M
CHAPTER I.
Ruined.
Christmas was approaching. You
imew it from a thousand signs, and to
kens beside the remarkably distinct
intimation of the calendar with its
“twenty-fifth of December” In red let*
ters and its “Christmas Day” in old
English Type.
Old men knew it, for they shook
their heads and grumbled at the cold
and the weather. Young men knew
it, and they smiled at forthcoming
evening parties and friendly suppers.
Young women knew it, and joined
the young men in anticipation of balls
and other opportunities of love-mak
ing; and the schoolboys knew it, and
smacked their lips as dreams of plum
pudding, pantomimes and Christmas
boxes disturbed the last few remain
ing days of their school term.
Others knew it, to whom the ap
proaching time of merrymaking, of
peace on earth and good will toward
men brought no visions of happiness
and joy to come. The poor shivered
at the approach of the jolly king and
remembered that for them there were
no plum-puddings, very little peace
and but the mockery of good will.
Some others, high up in the social
scale, were as little pleased at the
proximity of the season of rejoicing.
For instance, let us avail ourselves
of the novelist’s precious privilege,
and, taking you, kind reader, with us,
enter unseen the library of a grand
mansion in Belgravia.
Though we had entered in the or
thodox and ordinary way, we should
have scarcely been heard, for wealth
had spurred luxury to its utmost, and
the feet of the happy mortals who
pass the threshold of Sir Richard
Wildfang's town house, if they do not
tread on roses, Persian fashion, make
as little noise traversing the thickly
carpeted hall and still more luxuri
ously covered staircase.
Footmen, as silent as the statuary
which flank the painted walls, hover
to and fro, ready to do Sir Richard s
will. Grooms and coachmen linger
with hands in their pockets, all on the
alert to saddle or harness for him, Sir
Richard Wildfang’s high-bred cattle.
The very air seems forced into this
special service, for it is perfumed by
the faintest effluvia of a Persian
scented lamp, which burns day and
sight—its small flame shut irom view
• —in the upper corridor.
From this and a hundred other signs
forced upon the notice of the least ob
ervant it might be presumed that
the owner of all this wealth was a
modern Sybarite, a voluptuary, and a
lotus eater of the latest approved
fashion.
Det us look at him. We find that Str
Richard is young, handsome—stay, is
there much of the beautiful in his
compact head, dark, thick hair and
expressive eyes? Is not the beard a
trifle too sleek, the hair a little too
dark and the eyes somewhat more
restless and evading than those feat
ures should be to reach the standard
of beauty?
It is a mooted question. Some of
his friends said that Sir Richard was
handsome, others declared that his
face lacked frankness, and his eyes
especially, that bold, open look which
Englishmen and English women prize.
Sir Richard himself thought—ah!
there again, was there any man living
who knew exactly what Sir Richard
thought on the subject?
On many he said a great deal. In
deed, Sir Richard, for a young man,
was wonderfully fluent and wordy,
had fine phrases and a veneered elo
quence ready on the shortest notice;
but perhaps those cynics were not far
wrong who declared that all Sir Rich
ard s words were but decoy-ducks or
nest-sharers, used either to learn
other people's thoughts or conceal his
own.
Sir Richard came of an old family—
Wildfang, the Merciless, came pver
with William, the robber—and Sir
Richard added to his lineage a large
amount of wealth—at least, so report
says, and everybody knows that re
port never prevaricates. He was the
owner of great merchantmen, the pro
moter of gigantic monetary schemes,
■he proprietor of several snug things,
each, so it was believed, worth a for
tune in itself. His name was well
known and respected on ’Change, and
his mercantile honor irreproachable.
Of the honor which characterized his
private life and pleasure, people never
troubled themselves to inquire.
Sir Richard was a young man. and
wealthy, and that was enough for the
Jelgarvia mammas and their mar
riageable daughters also. Had they
inquired into Sir Richard’s life ten
chances to one they would have found
it blameless—rumor seldom settled
raven or ill luck as it is, on the head
of a prosperous man.
“Sir Richard was an eminently lib
eral, benevolent, right-thinking gentle
man,” said the world; and who, upon
examining his banker’s book, would
have said otherwise?
“Man has two characters,” says
Tallyrand, “the one he shows to his
friends and the other which he re
serves for himself.”
Let us see Sir Richard tn both.
In the library, or Sir Richard's own
room, as it was called, he himself was
always writing and reading. There
was a goodly supply of books; there
were maps on elaborate stands; there
were screens to shut out the draught
and to shade the light. A fire burned
brightly in the ormulu grate; in case
its heat should scorch the delicate
olive complexion of Sir Richard a
glass screen of pressed ferns and sea
weeds was placed before it. The lamps
—there were more than one —were ex
quisite specimens of modern orna
mental art. One near him was shad
ed with a cool, green-glass cover,
which threw, notwithstanding its
coolness, a rather disagreeable tint
upon Sir Richard’s face.
But it did not matter. No ladies
ever entered that, his business apart
ment, and few men for whose opin
ions as to his personal attractions Sir
Richard cared.
On the table, an inlaid one of the
numberless secret drawers and snug
hiding places, were piles of letters,
heaps of account books, and two for
midable-looking ledgyrs. One of the
latter lay open before him, and his
white hand, upon which scintillated
two diamond rings of value, traced the
figures down the column or copied
them into a smaller book beneath his
other hand.
Has the reader realized the luxury
and comfort with which Sir Richard
softened even the bard matters of
business?
A gentle knock at the door evoked
a sharp:
“Come in.”
A servant entered.
“Mr. Dewlap, sir.”
“He may enter.”
The servant stood aside and al
lowed a stout, thick-set man, with a
pale, careworn face, rendered restless
ind acute by a pair of keen eyes, to
enter.
ihis was Mr. Dewlap, Sir Richard’s
jnfidential man of business, if the
itle is not a misnomer, Sir Richard
posing confidence in no one.
There was snow on Mr. Dewlap’s
ivercoat, and he paused on the thresh
old of the superlatively comfortable
oom to divest himself of the garment.
“A cold night, Sir Richard.”
“Is it?” answered his master. “Ah,
it snow’s, I suppose.”
“Yes, every prospect of a hard win
ter,” replied Mr. Dewlap, in a sup
messed, still sort of voice, w’hich
changed to a grave tone when he next
spoke, which was after the servant
had left the room and in answer to
Sir Richard.
“You are late; I have been expect
ing you this last half hour,” he said,
in a cold, imperious way, that was
painfully acute in its feigned calm.
“I am sorry, Sir Richard, but I was
kept waiting at Lloyd’s.”
“Ah. you have been there; well?”
“I am sorry,” said Mr. Dewlap, tak
ing the chair toward which Sir Rich
ard had waved his white hand, “I am
sorry to bring bad news, sir, but the
Arethusa has come to grief; the fear
ul storm in the Baltic has sent her to
port with nine hands lost.”
“Nine hands!” retorted Sir Richard,
sharply. “Never mind the hands—
the cargo, man, the cargo!”
“The cargo. Sir Richard, is entirety
ruined.”
Sir Richard leaned back and raised
his hand to his face. It grew’ pale; or
did the sickly green shade produce
that unpleasant hue?
“All spoiled,” he repeated. “Dearly
bought and only half insured. Bad
news, indeed.”
“I regret, Sir Richard, I deeply re
gret,” said Mr. Dewlap, in still grav
er tones and with visible
“to say that there is still worse. 1
looked in upon Brooks, the stockhold
er, as I passed, seeing a light and
hearing voices, and heard that Vincent
of Alanchester, had —Great Heaven’
Sir Richard!”
The man arose and leaned forward
in alarm.
Sir Richard had fallen back in his
chair with his face deadly white—lt
was not the lamp this time —and his
teeth clinched as if he were near
death.
As Mr. Dewlap approached him he
waved him back with his haatd, raised
himself as if with an effort, and brave
to the last with that courage which
bad men share with heroes, looked his
man full in the face.
“I beg your pardon; a sudden faint
ness. I have been writing too long,
and overlooked my dinner hour.
Don’t be alarmed; it has passed. You
were saying that Vincent, of Man
chester —”
Mr. Dewlap, used as he was to his
master's coolness. was too astonished
for the moment to continue.
“I hope, Sir Richard, I was not too
sudden?”
“You forget.” said Sir Richard,
with a wan smile, “you have told me
nothing yet. Has anything happened
to Vincent of Manchester?”
“They have failed, Sir Richard.”
“Failed!” Sir Richard repeated,
?;’Ho oa-fifi -sme'ra Ihhde s’t
with a shrug of his eyebrows. “That
is bad for us. Dewlap. Have the
goodness to hand me that daybook,
No. 3.”
Mr. Dewlap fetched the book from
a shelf, and Sir Richard opened it and
examined a page; his hand was so
raised while he did it that his face
was hidden from his confidential
clerk.
There were great drops of cold per
spiration upon his white forehead,
and one bead fell upon the open book.
He shut it quietly, calmly, and hand
ed it back.
“Very bad, but not so bad as I
thought. Anything else?”
“No, Sir Richard. Here’s the day’s
account and the passbook. Are there
any letters?”
“Only these; nothing of import
ance.”
“Then I may go, Sir Richard?”
“Yes; good-night.”
Mr. Dewlap returned the salutation
with all respect and reached the door.
Sir Richard called him back.
“Dewlap.”
“Yes, Sir Richard.”
“I forgot to caution you —not a
word to the Arethusa or Vincent.”
Mr. Dewlap looked offended.
“It is not likely, Sir Richard.”
"Just so; the caution was not need
ed. By the way, did you obtain that
copy of Daniel Newton’s will?”
He put the question carelessly and
turned to the ledger as he spoke, but
there was a restless impatience in his
averted eyes that belied his indiffer
ence.
“Yes, Sir Richard, you will find the
draft among the papers. The whole of
the money is left to Stella Newton un
conditionally.”
“Ah, I shall find it here. Thank you.
Good night.”
The door closed, Mr. Dewlap had
gone, and Sir Richard was alone.
Then the mask fell. The chair was
pushed back, and the man, in that
character which he reserves for him
self, stood upright.
Look at the face now and you will
not call it handsome. It has dark
lines of rage and despair; cruel
curves around the mouth, and a cat
like gleam in the eye.
With his white hands clasped each
other behind his back he strode to
and fro.
“The Arethusa cargo spoiled, Vin
cent gone, and the bank near its last
gasp! In the name of the fiend, I am
ruined! Oh, if I could live these six
months over again, how differently
would I use them? Rash idiot not to
be content. I might have guessed
that luck would turn upon me and de
sert me. Heavens! I cannot realize it!
I—Sir Richard Wildfang—ruined!
No!” And his hands clinched each
other like wild animals. “No! I will
not realize it! All is not lost while
there is a plank to hold together.
Fifty thousand pounds w’ould save me.
1 could hold for another month, for
two or three perhaps if I were sure of
the lump at the end. And, by heavens,
I will be! Where is the will? ‘Un
conditionally,’ he said. Where is the
will?”
He turned to the table, and with im
patient fingers and darkly overcast
face scattered the papers in search o'
the copy which Mr. Dewlap had
spoken of.
A knock at the door. He turned
with the aspect of a wolf.
“Come in.”
"Lord Marmion.”
In an instant the lines hud gone,
and the face was smiling, pleasant,
careless and almost handsomi. He
turned with outstretched hajid/ and
grasped that of his visitor. i .
“My dear Marmion, delighted! borne
in. Surely you did not wallL how
hard it must be snowing to you
so in a minute.”
All this while the footman was re
moving the visitor’s coat, and at last
free from it, he entered the room.
Lord Marmfon was a contrast to
Sir Richard.
He was short, fair, genial and frank
as a boy of fifteen.
He seated himself in a chair, and
eyed the room with a pleasant, ap
proving smile.
“So this is your business den, is it,
Wildfang? I shouldn't mind work
ing myself if I were allowed to do it
in such comfortable quarters. Why,
it’s a bachelor’s paradise. Ah, ah,! no
wonder you don’t let fellows come up
here; they’d always want to come,
and so interfere with business. Well,
how are you?’’
“Capital. I am always well,” re
plied Sir Richard, falling into an easy
chair opposite that one of his guest,
and looking at him with an easy, gen
ial smile. “And you are too, to judge
from your appearance.”
“Oh, I’m always well. But I dare
say you wonder what brought me
here?”
“Curiosity, perhaps; an impulse of
friendship, I hope,” said Sir Richard,
rising and walking to a cabinet.
“A glass of sherry—Amontillado, I
shipped it myself,” -and with a nod of
emphasis he poured some into two
glasses.
“Thanks,” said his lordship, sip
ping the wine; “but, I say, you haven’t
answered my question, and as I don’t
suppose you can I’ll tell you. I’ve
come on business.”
“Really,” responded Sir Richard,
with a polite astonishment, “then you
had the right of admission after all.
and pray what is the business?”
“Well,” said the young lord, look
ing around and then at his companion
with a frank and amused smile, “you
“I've heary of pretty Stella New
ton's father?”
“I’ve heard of pretty Stella New,
ton, as you call her.”
“Ah, yes; every one has,” said his
lordship. “She is the only beauti
ful girl I know, and that’s a fact.”
“Rather hard upon the rest of her
sex. But go on.”
“Well, it’s a rum thing, you know,
but I’m Miss Newton ’s guardian—
trustee. What do you call it?”
“Call it what you please, but go on,
and I shall understand you.”
“Well,” continued Lord Marmfon,
"her father, old Daniel, was my gov
ernor’s head man—as sort of business
adviser, and that sort of thing—and
my governor was very fond of him.
Now. old Daniel—l call him so be-
eause that was the name he used to
go by when I was in the nursery—old
Daniel made a lot of money speculat
ing and when he died- he left me as
executor. Of course he asked my con
sent, or my father’s, I don’t know
which, but anyhow I’m the executor
and Stella Newton’s trustee.”
Sir Richard refilled his glass,
raised it to his lips, and, looking over
it with a curious expression, nodded.
“I understand,” he said; “an oner
ous post, if Miss Newton has much
money.”
“That’s it, you've just hit it,” said
the young lord, slapping his leg.
“Now this money has been in my
hands tor some time, and I’ve taken
no trouble about it, but they tell me I
ought to invest it. I don’t know
what they mean, and I hate going to
the lawyers about it, because they
are such old women, and work my
life out into the bargain. Well, I
thought the matter over, and remem
[ bered y®u. Of course you are the very
man to help me. You are the best
business man in the world —every one
says so—and you’ll know what to do
with the money.”
Sir Richard Wildfang’s heart throb
bed as if it were a wild beast caged
in his bosom.
Was it possible that the fiend had
flown to his aid and sent this boy to
play into his hands?
He raised the glass again and
smiled.
“Passing your compliment, my dear
Marmion, with a simple ‘Thank you,
let me go on to say that you are re
posing great trust in me.”
“Of course; why shouldn’t I?” said
Lord Marmion. “You must trust
somebody, and I’d trust you against
all the world. Come, don’t let’s bore
ourselves to death over the affair.
Take the money and invest it. You
know how to do that w’ell enough.
Will you do it?”
“I would do anything to oblige
you, my dear Marmion,” said Richard,
warmly. “I will.”
“Well, business is over, and now J
must be off.”
The door closed upon the trusting
youth, and Sir Richard fell into his
chair trembling.
“Luck!” he breathed, “never let me
blame you again! Richard Wildfang’s
luck never deserts him. Ruined! Who
says so? Not I, while Stella Newton’s
fortune is in my grasp and she is
alive to make it my own. Everybody
knows her, do they? The most beau
tiful woman in London! Richard, your
work is cut out for you. Stella New
ton and her fortune must be yours.’
Another knock.
His face composed itself into its
business calm again.
“Come in.”
It was a letter.
Sir Richard took it delicately. The
envelope w’as crumpled and dirty; the
address was badly written in a shak
ing, uncertain hand.
Sir Richard looked at it question
ingly and slowly opened it.
Once more, for the second time this
evening, he has almost shown his
emotion.
He arose with a muttered impreca
tion as the letter dropped in his hand.
“Dear, Dear Richard: I have, found
you at last. Oh, how could you leave
It was short, simple, and, to a
heart not entirely stone, touching,
me so cruelly when I loved you so
fondly, so truly? Richard, lam ill
unto death, and starving. If you ever
loved me, have pity on me now and
save me.
Lucy.”
His thin lips compressed themselves
tightly, and he turned with an
amazed gravity to the servant.
"Who brought this—this—begging
letter? If the person should come
again have her removed from the
door. I know nothing of her.”
And as the servant, bow’ing low, re
tired, he flung the letter with a cruel
laugh into the glowing fire.
Lucy, whoever, thou art, better for
to trust in the mercy of the snow and
the rain; Richard Wildfang knows
none!
To be continued.
Castle Pudding.
One and a half ounces of butter,
one and a half ounces of caster sugar,
one and a half ounces of flour, two
eggs, grated lemon peel, sweet sauce.
Cream the butter and sugar and
add the eggs, and lastly sift in the
flour and a little grated lemon rind.
Beat thoroughly for a few minutes,
and then bake in small greased cups
in a hot oven. Serve with sweet
sauce into which has been stirred a
tablespoonful of raspberry jam.
Fine linen, such as infants’ cloth
ing and pocket handkerchiefs that
have become yellow, may be whitened
by boiling in a strong suds, made of
yellow soap, milk, and water —half
milk and half water. Boil for half an
hour, wash in ordinary hot suds, rinse
in clean hot water, then in cold blue
water.
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CITI GOVERNMENT
A HOGE ME
SO DECLARES MAYOR OF SPO
KANE. AND GIVES HIS
REASONS.
READY TO RESIGN AS SOON AS
COMMISSION FORM IS
ADOPTED.
Spokane, Wash., Oct. 24. —Cum-
brous, irresponsible and extravagant
at best and an assurance of theft, in
efficieaey and waste if controlled oy
dishoneet and incapable men, are a
few of the terms employed by Mayos
Nelson S. Pratt in an open letter to
the people of Spokane directing at
tention to the weaknesses of the pres
ent system of municipal government
and urging them to adopt the com
mission plan. He also announces
that he will appoint a representative
committee in a few days to investi
gate and report the general outline
of a new city charter, primarily with
a view to bringing the matter to an
issue at a special election early in
1910.
This is in line with Mayor Pratf/s
recent declaration that he is ready
to step out of office to which he was
elected last May tor a term of two
years, in the event of the adoption
of the commission plan, and is the
result of the bitter quarrels among
members of the city council and the
board of public works. This opposi
tion has not’ only handicapped tne
chief executive in carrying out nis
pledge to give the people of Spokane
a business administration, but has
also delayed several millions of dol
ars’ worth of street, bridge and water
system improvements and other pub
lic w ork in various parts of the city.
Mayor Pratt says:
“My experience of six years in the
tv.’O departments of this city’s gov
ernment, in the council and as mayor,
coupled with careful and intimate ob
servation of its workings in detail,
have persuaded me to the conclusion
that our system is a failure. As a
political organization there is no ex
cuse for its existence, because all Its
functions are of a business and ad
ministrative rather than a political
nature. As an administrative organi
zation, it is cumbrous, Irresponsible,
dilatory and extravagant—in a word,
it is totally inefficient and inadequate.
Even w’hen controlled by honest and
capable officials, such an organization
cannot be successful, while if con
trolled by dishonest and incapable
men, it is doubtful if any device of
human contriving affords greater op
portunity and assurance of theft, in
efficiency and w’aste.
“The two functions of government,
political and administrative, the first
governing and the latter business-do
ing, apply to municipal affairs in
widely different proportions. Proba
bly it is not too much to say that
nineteen-twentieths of the things to
be done by municipality belong to
the latter class. The American polit
ical organization adopted to govern
ing—to legislating and to the laying
down and enforcing of rules of con
duct and right as to persons ana
property—is wholly unnecessary and
inadequate when used for the trans
action of municipal business.
“The checks and balances of the
American system of political organi
zation, when applied to the adminis
trative affairs of the city government,
become checks and hindrances, di
viding or shifting the responsibility
and producing irresponsibility. The
method traditionally deemed neces
sary in political government, when
considering matters of general pol
icy, results in an endless catalogue
of municipal sins, both of omission
and commission—unimproved streets,
broken pavements, defective side
w’alks, inadequate sew’er systems, de
layed viaducts, insufficient water sup
ply, rained laws, lack of proper con
trol over public service corporations,
and, w’orst of all, that most conspicu
ous blot on American government
municipal corruption. It places no
premium upon official alertness, petty
bickerings, cabals and intrigues.
‘Tn our city government we do
vast quantities of business in the leg-1
islative formulae of proceedings at- i
tendant upon the preparation and pas
sage of a tariff measure or a crim
inal code.
“In recent years, the proper solu
tion of this impossible situation has
apparently been found by some Amer
ican cities. The general scheme adopt
ed has been to concentrate in one
small body of men, chosen by the
entire electorate, all the administrat
ive and governmental functions or
the city. As a means of effective ef
ficiency, such a plan represents the
best mode that American business
experience has developed. Elected by
the popular vote and subject to re
call, such a body is fully responsive
to the people. If there is added to
this as a part of the general p la n,
the initiative and referendum full a*s
surwoe °t ,h e representative quah
Ity ot the body Is procured
“On the other hand, the ample
powers and responsibilities ot thepo.
sitions are sufficient to attract men
of greater ability and caliber than
are ordinarily obtained under our
present plan. The experience of the
cities that have adopted the system
here sugested is altogether favorable
to it.
“Upon the considerations Seated i
am convinced Spokane should take
steps to change its form of govern
ment to one of the kind already in
dicated and that the change should
be effected with all reasonable expe
dition. To that end I purpose, with
in a few’ days, to name a committee
to investigate and report as soon as
practicable upon the general plan
and outline of a proposed charter,
such as I have herein suggested, i
earnestly suggest to the citizens of
Spokane that in the meantime they
give to this subject their thoughtful
consideration and that with a view
to intelligent discussions of any pro
posed plan they inform themselves
as fully as possible concerning the -
experiences of other cities Having tne
commission form of government.
HARLAN m BE
NAMED JUSTICE
LIKELY TO QUIT INTERSTATE
COMMERCE COMMISSION FOR
BENCH.
Washington, Oct. 24.—The probabil
ity of the retirement from the inter
state commerce commission of James
S. Harlan, son of Associate Justice
Harlan of the United States supreme
court, to accept appointment as Unit
ed States district judge for the north
ern district of Illinois to succeed the
late Solomon Bethea, is again being
discussed. In the event of this cnange
being made, an Illinois man will prob
ably succeed Mr. Harlan on the coni’
mission and Associate Justice Harlan
will, it is believed, retire.
At one time Justice Harlan pro
posed to President Roosevelt to retire
from the supreme bench and permit
the president to name his successor
If his son James, at that time attor
ney general of Porto Rico, could be
named to fill a vacancy in the United
States district court for northern Illi
nois. President Roosevelt was agree
able but the Illinois senators objected
to the appointment of Harlan, Jr. The
objection no longer exists, especially
if Illinois can secure the place on the
interstate commerce commission.
STILL AT LARGE.
Bank Robbers Seemingly Have Elud
ed Pursuers.
Manitowoc, Wis., Oct. 24. —Seen at
St. John, a small settlement in Calu
met county, near Hilbert, the men
who robbed the Reedsville bank are
believed to be still in the vicinity
and Manitowoc and Calumet county
authorities are working together in
searching tor the three believed to
have been implicated. G. J. Olm, the
butcher whose team w r as stolen by the
robbers went to St. John at once
when the report was received that the
men had passed through there and he
is following the trail in hope that the
robbers abandoned the horses to some
farmer. The bank has reopened and
there was no indication of a run or
trouble of any kind.
FIVE KILLED 111
TRAIN WRECKS
Richmond, Ind., Oct. 23. —Five per
sons were killed in a wreck on the
Panhandle division of the Pennsyl
vania railroad near Collinsville C.,
yesterday afternoon when the south
bound passenger train number 18,
running fifty miles an hour, ran into
a freight train on an open siding. Ac
cording to reports here the passen
ger and freight trains collided head
on.
The known dead are:
E. G. Webb, Richmond, fireman of
the passenger train.
O. O. Raines, Kokomo, mail clerk.
Louis Marshall, Richmond, engineer
of the freight.
E. H. Hatfield, Greensfork, mall
clerk.
Elmer Brown, Logansport, engineer
of the passenger train.
It is said that none of the passen
gers were killed, but several in the
smoking car were injured.
SALVATOR IS DEAD.
Fastest Thoroughbred Horse World
Has Ever Known,
Lexington, Ky., Oct. 24. —Salvator,
the fastest running race-horse the
world has ever known, died at James
B. Haggin s Elmendorf farm yester
day. Salvator’s world’s record of
was made in 1890 going
against time to beat the record or
1:39%. He was foaled in 1886 by
Imp Prince Charlie out of Salina by
Lexington. Salvator won 5120,000 on
the turf.
Victoria Louise Made Colonel.
Berlin, Oct. 23. —Princess Victoria
Louise yesterday was appointed colo
nel in the famous Second Hussar
guard regiment stationed at Dantzlg.
The emperor presented his daughter
who was mounted and wore a rer>
mental uniform.