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CHAPTER XV., (continued).
For the lirst time in their inter
course, Hugo saw clearly that, at
core, she was quite other than what
she had seemed. Hitherto, she had
not chosen to reveal herself to him.
Why should she? Now in the Inti
macy of such a scene as this, she cast
her out-of-door garments, apearing as
the complement, not the substitute, of
Man, dependent upon him, leaning
against him.erelaxed into a soft and al
luring passicity. And in her eyes, no
longer sparkling but suffused with
shadows, Hugo heemed to read a par
ticular message for him, as if she
wished him to understand that alone
"With those she loved she was always
like this: a creature to be cherished
tenderly and caressed, the eternal
•woman absorbing and radiating love,
nor happy nor content—as she had
just borne witness—unless those she
loved -were happy and content alos.
Presently, her father asked her to
Blng. Hugo felt rather uncomfortable,
because there was no piano in the
room. Surely she would not attempt
a song without an accompaniment.
Joy went out of the room and returned
in a minute with a guitar.
"She sings dear little songs to me,"
said ©Gorge Vennable.
Joy sat down in a shadowy corner
and began one of Moore's melodies,
set to old-fashioned music. Hugo, who
had been well taught, and he pre
ceived as quickly that her voice, lack
ing power and compass, possessed in
stead a most enchanting flexibility and
sweetness. There were tones and
fractions of tones, alluring gradations,,
due, possibly, to some remarkable con
formation of the vocal chords, which
brought tears to the eyes, the tears
that never fall, but return to the
bear. Hugo paid but little attention to
the Words of the song. In his ears
were the soft soughing of trees, the
lilt of running water, and now and
again the clear trill of a bird.
Looking at the parson, he saw a
strange rejuvention: that unmistak
able glow of youth so seldom seen up
Dn the faces of those past middle age.
The music transported the parson into
some pays du tendre, where he had
wandered happily long ago.
"Sing another," he murmured, as the
.last cadence rose and fell. She sang
three more songs.
When she finished, Hugo knew that
he had made the acquaintance Of a
third Joy. The echo of her voice
awoke memories long dormant. In
Mexico and Southern California he
had listened to those pathetic, be
witching tones and semi-tones. And
always they had semed to reveal the
past and illuminate it with a tender
light of yesterday. The singers them
selves had been of yesterday. In their
songs was embalmed the essence of
pastoral lives, lives that could never
be lived again in such countries as
England.
"Thank you," said Hugo, in a low
voice. "You have given me a very
great pleasure."
"Balm for a tired heart," said the
parson.
Joy laughed and the spel,l was
broken as she came out of the shad
ows.
"Who taught you?" Hugo asked.
"The most delightful old man, a
Spaniard."
She plunged into a pathetic story
of a foreigner stranded in Easthamp
ton, unable—posBibly for political rea
sons—to return to his native land, but
always yearning for it, and expressing
that yearning in his' music.
"It must be terrible," she concluded,
"to be obliged to live,"—her voice
sank,—"and to die In a dull, dirty
town when one has been born and
brought up in the most lovely part of
Aragon."
Hugo thought of Tisdale and Bur
gess. If she married one of them,
her life would become urban and must
remain so. And with the wider
knowledge which had come suddenly
to him within the past two hours, he
realised that she, being of Arcadia, a
nymph of woods and streams, would
never be able to adapt /herself to the
dun, formal streets and squares of a
great city. He had been right when
he divined that she would make a
splendid helpmeet for a pioneer.
"Do you know," he said, with hesi
tation, "that when you were singing
those songs I had the feeling that
you didn't quite belong to this cen
tury?"
The parson laughed, rubbing to
gether his thin hands.
"She dosen't he said incisively.
Then when Joy protested, he explaned
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at length, in his easy, leisurely fash
ion.
"This is the age of compromise, and
she abhors compromise. Black is
black and white fs white to her. Any
thing complex distresses her. She
hates problems, don't you, my dear?"
"I have not the patience or the
brains to solve them."
"Her brains are all right." He ad
dressed himself to Charteris, convey
ing the idea that this intimate person
al talk was perfectly natural and the
seal, as it were, of a friendship just
begun. "But she is half Mottisfont."
"That is the half I hate."
"Oh, no, you don't. You hate the
defects of the Monnisfontain qualities,
not the qualities themselves, which
are admirable." Again he turned to
Hugo, speaking as if Joy were not
present: "She makes a good many
people in Hershaw happy, and in par
ticular one lazy old man, because she
Is happy herself, content with the sim
ple pleasures of the passing hour,
satisfied with small things because
they belong to her. That is the true
wisdom. She sings little songs to a
guitar, but she will tell you that she
has no ambition to sing big songs, to
a big public, to the accompaniment of
a grand piano."
"Not I," said Joy.
"I am different. I mean I was dif
ferent. I wanted to sing the big Song.
But now," he laughed pleasantly, as
if sensible of the vanity Of human
ambitions, "I am like er, she has
taught me the great lesson once I
burned to discover a new contiment,
I found instead the Boletus Ven
nabilis."
At ten o'clock this first never-to-be
forgotten evening drew to a close, but
the parson, most hospitable of men, in
sisted upon refreshment being offered
to his guest. Hugo followed Joy
downstairs and into the dining-roOm.
Upon the table were sandwiches and
whiskey Apollinaris.
"I made the sandwiches," said Joy.
"I shall be insulted if you don't eat
some."
Then, very Seriously, she thanked
him for cooing.
"You have done father so much
good. Really, you seemed a sort of
Aladdin. And on your magical car
pet we have visited all the delightful
places we shall never see."
"Never?"
"Father will never see them, at any
rate." Her voice faltered, almost
broke, but she continued vehemently:
"You have no idea what he really is.
I dare say you have misjudged him.
Everybody does. He has had great
disappointments. And, of course, he
ought never to have come here."
"Whatever he lost by coming, he
gained—you."
The slight pause before the pronoun
made her glance at him with appre
hension. If Joy had revealed herself
as other than the Grand Vizer of her
father, so also Hugo, in his seductive
atmosphere of home, quite as uncon
sciously, let Slip his mask of indif
ference and aloofness.
"Yes he has me," then she laughed
nervously "but I'm not so conceited
as to flater myself that I make up to
him for what he lost."
"You do."
"No, no."
"Ask Esme Burgess."
The sudden introduction of the
young fellow's name had an effect. At
once the talk ceased to be intimate.
Burgess played gooseberry. They
couldn't escape from him, or from,
what he had done, and was doing, and
would be likely to do. He accompanied
them to the hall door. But at the
very last he vanished.
"You are coming tomorrow?"
"Yes," said Hugo.
For an instant, as her hand lay in
his, as he felt the soft pressure of her
fingers, so eloquent of the gratitude
and liking that she could not translate
into speech, he was tempted to fling
prudence to the winds and say: "I am
a leper, but you have touched me, and
I am clean."
Instead, he said, with a curious chill
in his voice: "Good-night, Miss Ven
nable."
Other evenings followed. The In
timacy deepened and widened. Joy al
ways greeted Hugo with a smile and
he never paused to reflect what its ab
sence would have meant to him. Also,
being confirmed in his belief that Joy
would marry Burgess, he interpreted
that smile as inspired by gratitude. He
accepted it as backsheesh.
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Joy showed scars. Her colour was
less bright shadows lay beneath her
eyes. Tisdale had prescribed golf, as
being preferable to quinine or iron.
She asked Hugo to play in the pres
ence of the parson, who said briskly:
"Yes, yes, the every thing! Give her
a game tomorrow."
So It came about that they played
regularly upon the days when Hugo
was not shooting. The Misses Mottis
font were unaffectedly shocked. For
1 throe evenings in succession the Aunts
I discussed, from every point of view,
the propriety of second marriages of
which hitherto they has disapproved.
I Unquestionably, if poor George Ven
nable had remarried some sensible
woman after dear Alicia's death, Joy
would not be playing golf with a tall'
handseome Stranger of Whom nobody,
not even Colonel Jalland, who went to
town to have his hair Cut, knew any
thing at all!
Hugo played golf, as has been said,
like a professional: having, indeed, de
voted as much time and ability to the
ancieht game as would have served to
master a foreign language or higher
mathematics. He was therefore able
to coach Joy, who hitherto had coach
ed others and in golf, as in other mat
ters, she found herself deferring to
superior knowledge and experience.
Add to'this, her endless speculations
concerning a man who with abilities
far above the average was seemingly
satisfied with a life without definite
aims. Hugo, in Joy's mind, loomed
larger and larger as a huge note of
interrogation.
Each day, too ,she became more con
scious of his Singular intermittences
of Silence. He seemed to shy away
from certain subjects. She did not
know what he believed or disbelieved,
atid this to anyone with Mottisfont
blood in their veins was exceedingly
unsatisfactory. Joy and SirGiles held
the conviction in common that in
politics and religion one's flag ought to
be nailed to the mast.. Sir Giles was
fond of saying: "What is right is
right, and what is wrong is wrong."
No man, for instance, with any preten
tions to being considered "sound,"
could uphold the passing of such an
iniquitous measure as the Deceased
Wife's Sister Bill. You might as Well
debate the propriety of Free Love or
the nationalisation of land.
However, Esme Burgess served as a
peg upon which to hang conversation.
The young fellow was doing brilliantly.
There could be no argument about
that. The big papers reported his
speeches in full. Everybody said that
he had won the Norfolk bye-election
off his own bat. The New Brooms—
it was confidently predicted—were
likely to make a clean sweep of it.
The disaffected on both sides were
asking questions and receiving stag
gering answers. "Down with Expedi
ency!" had been adopted as a sort of
battle-cry. In the New Year number
of the Saxon, Burgess published a re
markable article setting forth in de
tail the lies told by both parties during
the recent election. Nobody reading
this paper could doubt that the truth
was being presented by the Saxon, as
a substitute for soft soap and bun
kum.
"Burgess has come to stay," said
Hugo.
"You really think so?"
"He will go very far.".
In his mind was a vision of Bur
gess ascending triumphantly to the
skies, scaling inaccessible peaks, and
always carrying Joy with him. Well,
if he could please her by predicting
triumphs, by all means let him play
the phophet.
They were now in mid January, and
the days had began to lengthen. Hern
shaw Magna and Parva displayed
proudly a clean bill of health. Jordan
Cottage was disinfected, swept and
garnished. The modest sign, Apart
ments, gleamed once more above the
porch. One day Hugo read a para
graph in the Morning Post. John
Tempest had returned from India.
John, of course, had gone down to
the Abbey for the cream of the hunt
ing. The big house would look rather
empty without Angela and Poppet.
Hugo had not received another letter
from Angela, but he heard from the
faithful Pixon of two visits to the flat
and demands for information dis
creetly withheld. Plxton, indeed, was
instructed to say that his master was
in the wilds, and therefore presum
ably beyond the zone of letters and
telegrams.
Angela, indeed ,and all she repre
sented, seen\ed very remote. Hugo
had become a boy again, and, like a
boy, was able to banish from his
mind disagreeable memories and as
sociations. During this month, when
ever he was alone, there came to him
with extraordinary vividness certain
scenes of his youth and childhood,
when Cynthia had been his comrade
and companion. Happy are they for
whom such scenes have a definite
message, for it means that youth is
not dead In them. There had been
endless expeditions in search of eges
of the rarer wild fowl which nested
in the Suffolk marshes and fens. To
secure the booty they had risked
duckings innumerable and much
floundering through mud. Always
they had returned in the wildest
spirits, laughing and singing and in
ordinately hungry. Edward spoke of
these jaunts generically as "gallivant
ing," not being able to understand
their overmastering desire to escape
from the commonplace rut. In the
summer, there were campings-out, a
tent pitched in a wood, gypsy stews,
smoke from a pine-cone fire, blazing
sunshine and drenching showers. Be
fore Hugo went to Eton a favourite
topic of conversation had been hidden
treasurers: chests full of doubloons
and pieces of eight. In both lay a
buccaneer strain.
This vagabond existence was re
newed with a fuller intensity when
ever Joy and Hugo plunged into the
Forest of Ys. Hugo found himself
talking to Joy as he had talked to
Cynthia. He could not speak of the
future ,and it was so easy to recall
the past, to compare notes and ex
periences common to each. Such prat
tle flowed on and on without any ex
asperating hesitations and silences.
Nevertheless, silence lay between
them like the sword of. Sigurd, and
Joy had an instinct that if it were
touched, pain might be inflicted.
One day an incident occurred which
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increased the Intimate nature of their
relations. Hugo had walked up to the
Rectory, as usual, for a gatne of
Bridge, but he found the parson pot
tering about his cabinets, engrossed
in some new arrangement of the
Cloudy Yellows. Hugo sat down to
talk with Joy, when suddenly, to their
horror, eGorge Vennable fell forward
on to the carpet and lay there insen
sible. Within a few minutes he was
making light of what had happened,
referring to it as ah attack of gid
diness: he had been too long upon
his feet, had unwisely neglected to
rest after eating his dinner, and so
forth. But Hugo divined from Joy's
face that she was very seriously
alarmed. She insisted upon her
father going to bed at once, and Hugo
helped him upstairs and then bade
him goodnight. Joy, during a min
ute when she was alone with Hugo,
whispered that she would send for
Tisdale early next mornig.
Tisdale, it appeared afterwards,
frightened Joy badly. It is likely that
he also regarded her as the strong,
capable, self-possessed nurse, who had
never lost hope when a terrible
disease was raging, At any rate, he
spoke plainly. He admitted that the
lesion was serious and organic. At
the end, he reminded her that threat
ened men live long: particularly those
Whose heads are stronger than their
hearts.
"Your father Is too sensible to run
risks," he said, "but it would be un
wise to tell him what I have told you.
You must watch him very carefully.''
With that, being in a hurry, he went
his way. Joy was aware that foi
some time, ever since the epidemic
came to an end, Frank Tisdale had
seemed to avoid her. Without a word
passing between them, each appre
hended the feelings of the other. Joy
did not want a lover, but she resented
losing a friend. She had an enormous
respect, admiration, and liking for
Frank Tisdale, which, humanly
speaking, would never develop into a
warmer and more tender sentiment.
Because of this she listened with ap
parent calmness to his diagnosis. But
when he had gone, she felt desperate*
and in such sore need of sympathy
that she dashed off a note to Hugo
entreating him to come at once to the
Rectory.
The moment Hugo looked into her
troubled face, he guessed what had
happened. She received him in the
dining-room, standing close to the map
of the Forest, which recorded in red
so many joyous expeditions. The
table was laid for luncheon: the two
chairs side by side. To Joy, and to
Hugo, everything in the room indicat
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bound father and daughter together,
the love that had turned a dull little
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a paradise.
Se held out both her hands to
Hugo.
"Thank you for coming," she said,
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in a choked voice. She Was struggling
to keep hef self-control knowing that
she must break down unless a mir
acle happened. The strain had last
ed for nearly two months. During
that time she .had confronted hor
rors with a smile, had laughed when
nothing but laughter would have re
strained tears.
"You are in trouble," said flugo,
speaking quickly and gripping her
hands, "but master it, master it!
Don't let it master you!"
Instantly, she was sensible that she
had sent for the right man.
"Yes, yes."
He felt her rigid tnuscles relax.
Wthdrawing her hands, she sat down
to repeat What Tisdale had said. Hugo
listened, filling in the gaps. iWhen
she had finished, she faltered piteous
ly: "He Stood there," pointing to the
heart rug, "and when he went away I
was left alone, for he seemed to have
taken father with him." She glanced
at the two chairs, adding: "Father
won't come downstairs for some time,
and, when he does, I shall have to
watch him, knowing that at any mo
ment he may be snatched from me."
Then leaning forward, holding up her
hand, she exclaimed: "Don't tell me
to hope for the best! Mr. Tisdale said
that. As if I shouldn't! But in my
heart I know that the old life is over:
our long walks," she looked at the
map, "are only memories. And from
now on I shall never hear his voice
without thinking of the time that is
coming," she shivered, "when I shall
not hear it."
"That time may not come for many
years."
"Of course, I shall try to think so,
but Mr. Tisdale made it plain that the
disease is organic: quite incurable. I
sent for you because you are a friend,
because I had to speak. The AuntB
will call today. I shall be told:
'Your dear father will be better soon,'
can't you hear them? And I shall have
to reply: 'Yes, Aunt Priscilla,' 'Yes
Aunt Lavinia,' When I'm wild with
misery. Have you ever known what
it is to be cut in two aud to know
that one part, the best part, is going
to be taken away
"My mother died When I was a
baby," Hugo replied "and my father
was not very unlike Sir Giles Mottis
font."
"Uncle Giles is responsible for all
this misery," she said fiercely. "I
can't bear to go near him. I'm
ashamed of being a Mottisfont. If
anything happened to father I should
never want, to see any of them again.
Do I shock you?"
"No."
"Why can I speak out to you, and to
no one else?"
Their eyes met then Hugo answer
ed dully:
"You knew that you could rely on
my sympathy you knew that I
would understand. And if I could say
anything He paused as if some
superlative effort on his part might
evoke the right word: then he added
slowly: "You spoke of memories.
Isn't that something? Something
which is yours for ever and ever. I
would give a great deal to have such
memories. And if—if the worst should
happen, thank God that you are able
to look back upon years of happiness
given to very few, If I were as
you
He broke off abruptly. Joy had
never taken ijier eyes from his face.
Now she rose ,and approached him.
"You have had trouble, too?"
"Yes."
"I knew it. That is why I wanted
you, that -is why you understand. I
saw it is your face the first day we
met."
"My trouble was different to your.
I lost something which might have
been the real thing and wasn't. And
my memories are—well, I keep them
under lock and key."
She noticed that he din't look at
her, that his attitude conveyed an
an idea detachment of aloofness. Just
then a bell tinkled. Joy rose.
"That's father. He wants me.
Thank you again for coming. All the
same, those who have lived in sun
shine pan hardly understand what life
is without it."
"You will have plenty of sunshine
yet."
"Not here, if he goes."
Hugo looked back, when he reached
the door. She was standing near the
mantelpiece, following him with her
eyes. Upon her face lay an expression
peculiarly sad and forlorn, as if she
had asked him for bread and received
a stone. He told himself that he ought
to have said 'more, that what he had
said was platitudinous and uncon
vincing. Was it likely that a young
woman would be content with mem
ories, however fragrant? And who but
the middle-aged and elderly could
think of sunshine when it was raining
cats and dogs?
He walked back to the cottage an
noyed with himself and the sorry part
he had played, and annoyed with Joy.
He would have liked to have said, al
most brutally: "You are one of the
most fortunate young women I know:
you have a lover who adores you and
who is exactly what he ought to be.
If the present seems dark, think of the
future!"
His last words had hinted at the
future, but she had apparently not
understood him. And yet, all the time
she was speaking, and most particular
ly at the moment when she had seem
ed upon the ragged edge of collapse,
he had been thinking: "She sent for
me, but she wants Burgess. Burgess
would take her in his arms and con
sole her. She must be thinking of
him, longing for him. I am a sort of
absurd proxy. She would never have
sent for me, had Burgess been here."
Passing through Hernshaw Parva,
he encountered the Aunts. He was
passing them by, lifting his hat, when
Miss Priscilla stopped him with a ges
ture Some three before he had been
introduced to the ladies, and in a sub
tle way had been given to understand
that bearded strangers without proper
credentials were to be kept as a dis
tance.
Hugo noticed that, the Aunts were
rather more carefully dressed than
usual. Miss Lavinia carried a muff
with a knot of puce-coloured riband:
Miss Priscilla looked remarkably
handsome in a grey cloth mantle trim
med with chinchilla. Their pale, promi
nent eyes sparkled with excitement.
Hugo realised that. George Vennable's
illness was matter for endless dis­
cussion, and advice was not altogether
unwelcome to the Aunts. Atid, no mat
ter what happened, they Would as
sume in public and in, private that
optimism peculiar to the Mottisfonts,
the bland conviction of nothing being
really amiss with anybody connected
with them.
"We are on our way to the Rectory,
not that we are alarmed," said Miss
Priscilla, after formal salutations had
been interchanged.
Miss Lavinia hastened to add: "Mr.
Vennable haB always enjoyed such ex
cellent health. We heard that you
were with hiffi last night When his—
er—indisposition occurred."
"I have come from there just now,"
Hugo replied. "You will be sorry to
hear that Mr. Tisdale'S report is not
reassuring."
"If he would put himself into the
hands of our own medical attendant,
a man of years and experience. Some
time ago my sister's health distressed
her very much," Miss Lavinla's pink
face grew red, "although I was quite
Convinced in my own mind that noth
ing serious was the matter. She com
plained of palpitations of the heart."
"And attacks of giddiness."
"Due entirely to indigestion. She
Upset herself and me—yes, you did, in
deed, Lavinia—But Dr. 8nelgrove
effected a radical cure with sixpenny
worth of bi-carbonate of soda. Since
we have never been without it."
"I have brought a small package for
Mr. Venhable,"' added Miss Lavinia.
"This is not a case for bi-carbonate
of soda. Mr. Vennable is suffereing
from valvular disease of the heart,
which has become organic."
"Mr. Tisdale told you that?"
"Miss Vennable repeated to me what
he had said."
"Oh! The Aunts looked down their*
aquilihe noses, their long tipper lips
lengthened perceptibly. Then Miss
Priscilla said tartly: "We felt that
our niece was assuming a grave re
sponsibility when she turned her
father's house into an hospital for a
contagious disease."
"That was entirely Mr. Vennable's
doing."
"Really?" Both ladies sniffed a well
bred incredulity. "Ah, it is like the
dear man to say so. Sister, perhaps
we ought to be moving on. We shall
make light of this—er—indisposition
for poor Joy's sake."
They bowed formally. Suddenly,
Charteris experienced a burning de
sire to upset their snug lltt'.e apple
cart.
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STORM FORTY MILES IN WIDTH
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TION—CROPS LOST.
Aberdeen. S. D., August 11.—-Nine
counties, including Walworth, Mc
Phreson,Edmunds, Blown,Faulk, Spink
and Clark, were swept yesterday by a
hall storm, which at some points Wao
forty miles in width. Reports indicate
that the loss to crops will be from 25
per cent to total. The loss would have
been enormous were it not for the
fact that much of the grain has been
cut. The heaviest damage reported
in the country from Ashton to the
Clark county line, where harvesting
had not been progressing rapidly.
Mound City, in Campbell county re
ports twenty-five farms swept clean
by hail.
Wheat Burned to Hoots.
St. Paul Minn,, August 11.—Follow
ing a visit to North Dakota and after
a conference with Governor Burke and
other officials of the state, Labor
Commissioner Williams of Minnesota
says that, owing to the condition o*
the wheat, instead of there boing em
ployment in the harvest fields for 16.
000 or 20,000 men, 1,000 will be lucky
if they can find Jobs.
"The free employment bureaus un
der my supervision will not send out
any more men for harvest or farm
work until I know the jobs are there
for them," said Mr. Williams. "This
thing of the railroads asking for 15,
000 and 20,000 men for harvest work in
North Dakota and Minnesota is a
snare and a delusion. It is downright
criminal, for it is flooding the north
west With a lot of hoboes that wiU
have to be taken care of by the
municipalities and the state.
Wheat Burned to Rots.
"I rode from Fargo to Uismarek, and
the wheat is burned almost to the
roots. Governor Bui fke told me tc
advertise the fact and to put it
strong that there wore jobs In the
state for probably 1,000 good farm
hands-—men who would stay—but that
there was no demand whatever fur
harvest hands. Those now in the
state he said, were a drug on tiv?
market and the state would be com
pelled to ship many of them back
home."
HARD LINES FOR
TRAVELING MAN
WHEN HE SOLD BILL OF GOODS
IN HONDURAS GOVERNMENT
TOOK HIS CHECK AWAY
San Francisco, Aug. 11.—C. G. Gano
of the American Trading company,
who arrived here from Central Amer
ica yesterday, tells a rather striking
tale of the methods of President
Cabrera of Guatemala. Gano says
during his stay at Guatemala city as
the representative of a tobacco firm
of Honduras he closed a deal with a
Guatemala merchant, receiving a
check for 11,000 pesos. As he left
the merchant's office he was seized
by two soldiers and hustled to jail,
where he was tortured until he signed
the check over to (J..nrera. Gano says
on his advice the merchant stopped
payment.
13 Die In Saarbrueken Fire.
Saarbrueken, Germany, Aug. 11.
Thirteen men are dead and eight in
jured as the result of an explosion of
fire.damp in a mine five miles from
here. ,' •:. .••••
LINCOLN IS
FILLING UP
Si'v-'v
WITH NOTIFICATION CERENT0T
NIES ONLY 24 HOURS OFF VISIT
ORS ARE COMING IN TO WIT-
NESS BRYAN'S SURPRISE. *"-*4
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CONFERENCE IS
ON THIS AFTERNOON
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CHAIRMAN MACK MEETFE ME FOB
BERS OF COMMITTEE AND CAN.
DIDATE IN PLANS FOR PUSHINC^
CAMPAIGN. -W4
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Lincoln, Neb., Aug. 11—With the
notification Ceremonies only 24 hours'*
away Lincoln is filling up with crowds^
of visitors. Ev^ry train has brought
crowds to the city and the hotels hav#
reached their limit for accommoda-v
tions. Many members of the notifica
tion committee have already reached
Lincoln and others are expected on the*!
evening trains Although rain ••HP'
threatened the merchants are putting1'
up decorations. •f'Vssj
Conference This Afternoon.
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Upon the arrival of Norman &
Mack of thenational committee ltt
Lincoln this afternoon, the executives
committee will hold a conference at
Fairview With Bryan at which caffi4
paign planB will be discussed. A num-i
ber of the members of the notification!
committee already have .reached Lin-t
coin and it was expected most of them
during the day would ride out to the*
Bryan home for the purpose of pay
ing their respects.
Among the visitors at Bryan's home
Were Representative Henry Clayton off
Alabama, chairman of the committee*
on notification Dr. J. W. McClure ofj
Sedalia, Mo., a member of the Com*,
mittee the Rev. S. F. McGUire of?
Osceola, Kan., Henry George jr., of?
New York, Harvey W. Hardy of Lin-'
coin, an octogenarian, who intends to'
stump Erie and Wyoming counties,f
New York for Bryan a delegation of.
Christian Scientists from various..,
parts Of the Country, and 300 metal
bers of the Epworth guild to whom he
delivered a brief address.
Glad of Stevenson Vivtory.
The, success of Adlai E. Stevenson,..
Mr. Bryan's running mate in 1900, in'r
the Illinois primaries attracted par
ticular notice Of the Democratic can
didate.
"While I take no part in the contests1'
between Democrats before the con vena
tions or primaries," he said. "I anf
sure I will be pardoned in this c^se
if I say that while we had a number1
of worthy Democrats aspiring to the'
governorship in Illinois, no one among
them was superior in his qualifications'
to Mr. Stevenson. I believe he will
make a strong candidate and will .
greatly aid the national ticket.
"The dissatisfied Republicans and
there are many of them in Illinois, will
feel that no harm could com€'"to the'
state from Mr. Stevenson's election'/
His large public service and his
sterling qualities combine to make
him the ideal candidate, and he will
make an ideal governor." &
AMERICAN FLAG SHOT DOWN.
Consul In Persia Reports That Revo
•YfTtf,-
lutlonists' Bullets Have Struckv
Emblem of United States.
Washington, D. C., Aug. 11.—The
flag of the United States consulate it"'
Tabriz, Persia, has been shot down
by loyalists, according to a dispatch
to the state department today from
American Consul Doty. The conkUf
also reports that a man standing iieajr'
the door of the consular office was",
wounded. The shooting is supposed?
to have been an incident of the dis:
turbances which have been going otf
at Tabriz for some time, and in botli
cases to have been accidental.
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