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Author of *' The Bank Tragedy"
Copyright, 1803, by I.ee anti Slu-partl
CHAPTER Vll.—Continued.
“So you see,” concluded Tony at t*ie
close. “Hamilton is as great a scamp
as ever drew breath, or he is what
we thought him to he, a thoroughly
hoi est man.”
“You say Bruce took the first taut.”
“And you want me to take the
Tony nodded.
“Well, if I have got to handle the
matter I'm sorry he went off in com
pany with a woman. Women play the
deuce with men, even the more decent
"Well, it never has been proved that
he went far with her.”
“But he knew her, it seems; and
such a woman was known as Ashlej's
wife in Valparaiso."
"Coincidences are more common
than people think. I've been struck
by them twice lately. I don't read the
Bible as often as 1 ought, but tv i.:e
lately, Sunday morning. I have read a
few verses, and on going to church
the minister would read the same for a
morning lesson. Now. I say. consider
ing how many verses the Bible «on
talns, these two incidents are more
striking than the single one of Hamil
ton’s riding on the train with a wom
an who has since been proved to be
connected with a bank defaulter in
the West. You haven't considered,
either,” said Tony, shrewdly, “that
Bruce was led to Ashley by the clew
furnished by her emerald hair.”
“That is something worth looking
at. Sometimes a wrong starting point
sets people on wild goose chases.”
Swan, who was one of the brightest
men in the profession, took up the
matter with great enthusiasm after he
talked with Constance.
“If he Is not Innocent he ought to be
for her sake,” he said to Tony.
As it transpired the search was not
as long as he anticipated, for. although
-Ihe direct line of railroad was com
plete, a branch road was In process of
construction about fifty miles distant,
and a gang of Italians, presumably the
same, were at work on it under the
same “boss” employed while engaged
on the Grovedale line. The boss could
talk a little Italian, but not so perfect
ly *s to warrant the expectation that
they could be made to understand an
intricate matter like the one now pre
sented. But at last a confused inkling
of it seemed to have penetrated the
mind of one of the Italians, for, with a
look of malice, he pointed to another
at work not far distant, saying, "Lee
tlo button goold.”
“Does he mean that the other one
has a little gold button?" asked Swan.
“Yes, I think so," said the boss.
The detective took from his pocket
the gold one marked V. which Tony
had given him and held it up before
the first Italian.
“Yees, yees,” ho said, and rattled off
besides a long string of Italian which
was Greek to the boss as well as to
Upon this. Swan went to the second
man. the boss walking beside him and
saying, “The two had a quarrel yes
terday. drew their knives on each
other before they were separated.”
Tim Italian No. 2 evidently did not
care to talk with them, but laid away
his small vocabulary of English, re
maining conveniently deaf, even when
Swao produced the button and in
quired as plainly as he could if he
bad one like it. But he paid no heed
till the boss put his hand suggestive
ly on the man's pocket and motioned
him energetically to give it up. "Sharp
now!” he said, threateningly.
A murderous gleam came into the
man's eyes, but he drew forth a gold
shirt-stud wrapped in a piece of bat
ting. He gave it to the boss, who
passed it to Swan. There was a letter
H. on it. and without doubt it was
one of the set of three studs which
the cashier wore when he left home.
“Where did you get it?" asked the
“Find ’urn,” said the Italian.
The man motioned toward the south,
saying, “Down reever.”
The first Italian came up at this
juncture and said:
“He lie. Stole 'urn from Pierre.”
“Who Is Pierre?” asked Swan.
“Pierre drowndeed.”
"Yes; Pierre was drowned at Grove
dale with three other Italians.” said
the boss, walking W*’ Swan to a little
distance. “Thev went across the river
for liquor, and the boat upset and they
were all drowned."
“What sort of a man was Pierre? '
“The worst of the gaag.” said the
b-m«. “They are a murderous set. too.
I would not have them, but the cor
poration get them chea*> and they
work well. The fcur men that were
'irowned were buried in the dump by
Iho others without any mor? tereraony
than would go to the coveitog up of
a dead horse. I tried to have them
r '.aVe a box, lut they would not until
I threatened them with a discharge.
They made two, at last, and put two
men in each and buried them so.
They are a bad lot.”
“Would they kill a man, do you
“Yes, if they were not afraid of
being found out. They value life no
mere than a pebble.”
As can easily be imagined. Swan's
investigations were made .with im
mense difficulty, the Italians retreat
ing into ignorance, either real or as
sumed, as a turtle does to i{s shell,
whenever the questioning grew trou
blesome. But at last Swan became
convinced that they really knew very
little about the matter, his practiced
eyes discerning no signs of actual
guilt, and he was forced to believe that
if any of the gang assaulted Hamilton
it must have been Pierre and his com
panions who were drowned, and this
was the opinion of the boss.
By dint of vigorous questioning, con
sulting with the boss and other labor
ers, Swan discovered that the place
where Pierre said he found the button
was at or near the spot where the
cap was found, and that the Friday
before the drowning of Pierre and his
companions was the 24th of May.
Here was something definite, hut
seemingly of but little consequence.
No amount of investigation could
bring forward anything further to
throw light on the matter, and Swan
was forced at last to go back to Grove
dale with,the modicum of information
couched in the above words.
“Well, that is something,” said
Tony, when told of It.
“Too much clew; two buttons, mates
and a cap. all marked, are too much. 1
am suspicious of them.”
“It does look a little that way, but I
am certain of one thing.”
"What is that?”
“It was Hamilton who came to the
“Then he may have planned the
“Too much dew." *-*-
matter to look like suicide; probably
did. if he ran away with another
woman. Or if innocent, he was fol
lowed, robbed, button and cap left on
the bank, and he spirited away some
“Or sunk In the river,” said Tony.
“Yes, or sunk in the river. I have
taken means to have it thoroughly
seurched this week, and then we shall
know, hut I incline to the belief that
the Italians had nothing to do in the
The river was dragged as tar as the
falls, where it was impossible a body
could remain, and far .below the falls.
It continued three days, and at the end
of that time a decomposed body was
found, with a few rags dining to it,
but nothing about it which could lead
to recognition. It was a frightful sight
and Constance was not called upon
to Identify it. as many of the bank of
ficers. and Mr. Carter himself, said
that there would not be the slightest
use in doing so. So Constance was
spared the harrowing scene and en
couraged to believe the body could
not be that of her husband, particu
larly as It was discovered that a ntth
Italian had been missed from his gang
one night, and philosophically left to
his fate by his companions, though
they believed him to have been
Irowned. This information was re
ceived through the boss to whom
Swan wrote for information.
Nevertheless, the body was decently
buried at the expen.-e of Mrs. Hamil
ton. though not in the family lot. and
Constance, with a new doubt eating
Into her already troubled heart, felt
as if ail efforts in elucidating the mys
tery of her husband's disappearance
only made It denser, more unfathom
A Pair of Shoulders.
It cannot be denied that Constance
preferred to think of her husband as
dead rather than untrue to her; and.
as wishes tint one's thoughts daily,
till the color becomes strong and en
during after a time, so Constance,
chose to think of herself as a widow
—a widow bereft of her husband, who
had died in the discharge of his duty,
and doubly a martyr, since his towns
men denied him his dues of honor, but
instead covered his remains with ob
loquy. She did not wear the widow's
crepe, though she considered well be
fore eschewing it. but the deepest,
most sombre black; and her children
she dressed in black and white. No
one was hard-hearted enough ‘.o ques
tion her course, though her uncle pri
vately considered It a foolish one.
A branch of a famous marble busi
ness had recently been opened in
Grovedale. and though Mr. Allen, the
manager, had been but a few weeks
in town, the time was quite long
enough for him to become conversant
with the history of- the savings bs-nk
cashier, and to know. Mrs. Hamllron
well by sight. He was somewhat mys
tified, therefore, by Tier coming to him
to consult about procuring a monu
ment to place over the remains of her
“I wish something to be set as soon
as the spring opens; something plain*
yet rich and elegant.”
"But —ah—is it quite sure that y mr
lamented husband is dead, Mrs. Ham
“There is no doubt of it. sir; none
Mr. Allen without a word placed be
fore her some cuts representing the
different styles in Scotch granite and
Italian marble, and she finally chose
one of the finest marble with granite
“I wish the inscription to be very
simple,” she said. “Just his name.
Vane Hamilton.”
“Very chaste. madam, both the
monument and inscription. It shall bo
cut ns soon as possible, and set up in
the spring as soon as the frost is out
of the ground."
“Thank you,” she said. "Oh. Vane.
Vane!" was the cry of her heart, as
she walked home. “I may not put the
inscription on the marble, but on my
heart, are engraved a million loving
Mrs. Hamilton and her two children
always attended the Congregational
Constance took a very strong inter
est in religious matters; indeed, re
ligion and love for her children were
the only subjects unimpaired by her
trouble, and these were more intense.
Therefore she never entered the
church without glancing in the direc
tion of the mill people's pew to see if
they were as well filled or better than
usual. On the occasion of which I
write, the one following the day when
she had chosen her monument, as she
entered she glanced that way as usual,
and for a moment her heart stood still.
Then it gave a tempestuous bound.
Constance never paused, but, with
flushed cheeks and startled eyes,
walked up the aisle to her own seat,
and the minister laid open the big
Bible, adjusted the long velvet book
mark laden with Maltese and Roman
crosses (Mrs. Hamilton's gift to the
church), and began reading with well
modulated voice the morning lesson.
But he could not prevent his heart
from recognizing the pink flush on
one woman's face and the fact that it
made her marvelously beautiful.
And what occasioned it? Only a
pair of shoulders In the mill people's
pew; a pair of shoulders of square
cut, yet peculiar mould, that remind
ed her instantly of her husband. Noth
ing else, less than nothing else, for
the head above them was covered
with dark, almost black hair, and her
husband's was a golden brown of
light shade.
(To be continued.)
Boy Did His Best. But Silk Hat Was
Archbishop Ryan, at a dinner that
was given in his honor in Philadel
phia. said, anent a man who had
bought a salted mine:
“The gentleman’s disappointment on
discovery of the salt must have been
great. It resembled a little, perhaps,
the emotion of a certain Frankford
"This man had a small nephew of
whom he was very fond. One night,
in evening dress, he called at the
youngster's house, and, taking him on
his knee, gave a demonstration of an
opera hat's mechanism. First he would
crush his tall black hat into a pan
cake. Then, with a loud report, he
would spring it hack into Its proper
shape again.
“The little fellow was amused. He
took the hat. He. too. found he could
crush it and open it again with ease.
Ho played with it for half an hour.
He had .. good time. The episode
made an impression on him.
“The uncle called the next month
on a Sunday afternoon. This time he
wore a frock coat and a silk hat. He
placed the silk hat on a table in the
hall, entered the parlor, and began to
converse with his brother.
"An hour passed. Then the little
nephew entered. with something
black and shapeless in his hand.
“ ’Uncle.’ he said, ‘this hat is hnrd
er than jour other one. I've had to
sit on it, but I can't get it more'n half
shut.’" —Buffalo Enquirer.
Castel Sant’ Angelo Doomed.
It is too true, a correspondent
writes from Rome, that part of tne
Castel Sant’ Angelo is to be sliced
away by orders of the municipality.
This is a power that works without
any kind of haste, but In a certain
number of months the pickaxe, which
has altered the face of Rome, will
break the first stone of the formidable
fortress. Though a part of the mole,
however, the condemned bastion is
not an integral or an antique part. It
Is the work of Pope Urban VIII. and
therefore early seventeenth century;
ard upon the Rome of the pontiffs the
Italy of to-day has no mercy. More
than sieges and sacks the pickaxe of
the sixteenth century destroyed me
dieval Rome and a beauty of architec
ture we can only guess at. and the sub-1
stituted Rome of the Renascence has
now had to bear many a blow. — Lon
don Chronicle.
Wanted to Say His Prayers.
An indulgent father, wishing to
please his youngest hopeful, brought
him to Columbus the other day and
they stopped at one of the large
hotels for the night.
The youngster was undressed and
put to bed and the father went down
into the lobby to talk business.
Then there came a jingling of bells,
indicating that the push button in
the room occupied by the young man
who h.ad been left quiet in bed must
have been worked to the limit. There
was a rush of feet as the bellboy
scurried to the room, only to be met
at the door by a diminutive but indlg
nart youth, who said severely:
“Man. I want you to send rcj some
one I ran say my prayers to. and send
him culck. I want to go to sleep.”—
Columbus Dispatch.
Not Afraid to Be Seen.
“How does It feci to be a chorus
girl? It must feel terrible to have
hundreds of men gazing at one when
one Is dressed so Fcantily.”
“It must be terrible for some, bet I
am not built that way.”
Bugle Song of the L<\dy of the Lake —A Faery land Echo from
Glendalough and the Vale of Avoca—Song of the Siren
of the Meeting of the Waters.
On the Lakes of Killarne.' the bugle was
blowing .
Us sweet, ulfln challenge thin and so
clear. ... .
A fairyland echo with narmnnv flowing,
'/hat rang o’er the billow u.s message
of cheer.
Through dim. purple glen over crags of
the mountains.
The voice of the bugle M hung on the
And rippling like spray of the murmuring
fountains .
It swooned in the arms of grim, sentinel
Who waked this keen stinin of such ex
quisite rapture?
Who roused nil the «*<•!.,...-• and thrills
every breast?
Somo radiant seraph su h udence might
"fwas an nrehnngel s irnmons that
presaged sweet rest
Til* fisherman's skiff swayed and tossed
on the water,
ilie rustling leaves bat hi.-d and quiv
ered In throng.
“Pwas the nymph of tin grove, 'twas the
fisherman s dauglii-
That poured such an < v. .Site. Jubilant
Rb-h music on water sou i sweeter than
It steals like n slgli or . -ol> of tlie paid.
It. soothes nil the griefs d the troubles
that cumber
kt lulls all the woes and soirows that
The songs of the Siren I ■■ i spellbound the
And lured the bold muunor to plunge in
(he foam. .
To the caves of the sea with the mermaid
for Jailer —
Vo die like an outcast, an exile from
Six months passed as a single night,
dropping to sleep in California, awak
ening in a foreign land, thousands of
miles across the sea. retiring in af
fluent circumstances, arising a beg
gar; passing into the “death of each
day’s life” a happy married man, re
turning to consciousness a widower —
•these are the strange experiences un
dergone by William S. Smith, special
organizer of the American Federation
of Labor in California, who has just
arrived In this city on the liner Si
beria. says the San Francisco corre
spondent of the Detroit News.
One night last June Smith dropped
to sleep In a railway ear on the “owl
train” en route from Los Angeles to
San Francisco. The next morning, as
he thought, he awoke in a strange
room. Rubbing his eyes, he gazed
about him. It was a sordid room, un
like any he was accustomed to inhab
it. He arose and lifted the curtain.
The country he looked on was unlike
anything he had seen in California.
Descending the stairs he found him
self among people as unfamiliar as
his surroundings. They talked Eng
lish, but with a foreign accent.
"Where am I?” asked Smith, ad
dressing one of the men.
France Is already endowed with
good roads, whereas in the United
States the automobile has come as an
instrument to awaken interest in the
subject of highway building, it is re
garded by the French road engineer as
a destructive agent of roads already
good. Moving with great velocity and
with closely adhering and sometimes
metal-shod tires, the automobile
scrapes the fine, hard surfaces like a
file, surfaces which would resist years
of ordinary wagon traffic.
To combat these destructive influ
ences many of the French engineers
employ the tarring process, which aids
powerfully to prevent the disintegra
tion caused by traffic and which, un
less arrested, makes the dust nuis- <
anco acute.
It has settled down to a positive con
viction in France that hot tar applica
tions are valuable in proportion to the
excellence of the surfaces upon which
they are laid. When well done the
tarring gives the effect of an asphalt
pavement and the foothold on a mac
adamized surface Is, or course, much
better than on asphalt. In v previous
A story which has a bearing con- '
siderably broader than the mere facts
of the case; for the negro who is the
central flgun was possessed of a qual
ity not Infrequent in white offenders,
too—the ability to magnify the mote
in his neighbors eye until the whole
community forgets that he has a beam
In his own
He had stolen the proceeds of a col
lection that had been made for the
benefit of the minister, and the church
had decided to try him. The meeting
was crowded The preacher presided.
After a statement of the charges, the
accused man had a chance to be heard.
He went forward and took the place
of the preacher on the platform.
"I ain’t got nuffln to say to' myse'f,"
he began in a penitent voice. *Ts a
po’ mis’able sinner. But bredren, so
is we all mis’able sinners. An’ de
gread boo” says we must fergib. How
many times, bredren? Till seben
times? No, till sebenty time’s seben.
“Now l ain't sinned no sebenty
times seben. an’ I's Jes’ go’ to sugges’ •
It Is a lamentable fact —but one not
wholly devoid of humorous possibility
that spotless rectitude, through
some wanton trick or irresponsible
chance, sometimes finds Itself sailing
under false colors.
There Is an elderly gentleman, pro
fessor In a Western university, who
is a paragon of all virtues, great and
small. Even In such matter as diet
rigid absteminousness is observed by
him. His achievements in his line of
work, excellent in themselves, are the
more noteworthy by having been ac
complished notwithstanding his deli
cate eyesight. To his Intimates it Is
also well known that the professor, in
earlier years, displayed remarkable
will power In overcoming a defect of
speech, which recurs now only In
moments of extreme perturbation.
The excellent professor was return
ing home at early dawm one day. soon
•'ter college opened, from the bedside
ji a sick friend. As he proceeded hast
The lassie who sane us such tender ro
Was fair as the foam of the grey surg
ing seu.
As pun- as the billow that crouches and
As blithe as the lark when caroling free.
The nymph of the grove was us sweet a3
the morning.
She poured forth her soul In a Jubilant
As chaste as Diana she uttered her warn
In fairyland echoes that rippled along.
And who would be deaf to the songs of tho
The sibyl who King us this exqulslto
She sang with the tire and the fervor of
Her message caressed us like tinkling
of ruin.
She sang of the past and Its grey crum
bling glories*.
Her clarion chorus still rings In our
Of the stanch chevalier and the lassls In
And the tales and the legends of chlv
• nlrous* years.
The bugle is pealing out chlvalrlc stories.
Of stern ancient battles, grim, daunt
less forays.
Of the knight s fearsome quest of stout
cavalier glories.
Of the Ivy clad castle that crumbling
decays _ .
From the month of the lassie flow tender
romances. . . m
Inspired like Cecilia, who caroled of
On the crest of the mountain the sun
shine still dances.
And the grey tumbling breakers still
crouch on the shore. . .
Registry Division. Chicago Postofflce.
“Where are you?” reiterated the
stranger. "Well you must have been
among good company lust night.
You’re In New South Wales, of course.
Where did you expect to be?”
“What month Is this?” was tho next
question Smith put. The company
gazed at him In amazement.
"You look sane enough.” was the re
ply. “hut you ask idiotic questions.
This is December. Would you like
to have it altered?”
Half a year had elapsed since Smith
closed his eyes in the California train.
In that time he had crossed hulf tho
globe. When be told his story his
audience was convinced of his Insani
ty. When he asked them for money
to travel to the roast, he got laughter
for his pains. So he tramped to Syd
In the capital he looked up the la
bor council and narrated his experi
ence to union men. They Investigated
and found he was what he represented
himself to be. They arranged for his
return to America, securing a passage
for him on the Siberia.
Tho first letter Smith received from
his home at Los Angeles contained
news of the death of his wife.
report mention was made of a city
boulevard in Marseilles first macadam
ized and then tarred. The tar was
by no means smeared over the sur
face like a coat of paint. The work
was done in the midst of the dry sea
son. after the road had been carefully
swept, and the hot liquid was worked
with stlfT brushes inlo the road joints,
penetrating to u considerable depth.
The traffic over this boulevard Is
intense and consists largely of auto
mobiles moving at their highest speed.
After two years’ wear no more dust
is observable than would he the case
with an ordinary asphalt pavement re
ceiving the traffic of innumerable un
paved streets. The surface is intact
and the sides, where washing gener
ally occurs, look as fresh and clean
after a rain as an asphalt pavement.
It is doubtful whether anything short
of a hard pavement can give perma
nent satisfaction in si large city, but if
such as was performed In Marseilles
could be undertaken In the open coun
try the road surfaces so treated ought
to last for years with reasonable at
dat we turn dis into a fergibness meet
in'. an' ev’body in dis great comp’ny
dat Is willin' to fergib come up now,
while we sing one ob our deah ole
hymns, an' shake mn' ban'.''
Then he started one of the powerful
revival tunes and they began to come,
first those who had not given anything
to tin* collection and were not much
interested in the matter anyway, then
those who had not lost much, and then
the others. Finally they had all
passed before him except one old lady,
she stuck to her seat. Then he said:
“Dar's one po’ mis’able sinner still
lef dat won’t fergib, she won't fer
She was the old lady who had con
tributed the largest sum.
“Now I sugges' ” he went on in a
gentle, reasonable voice, "that we hab
a season ob prayer an’ gib dis po' mis
’able sinner one mo' chance."
So after they had prayed and sung
another hymn the old lady came up,
too. —Contemporary Review.
ily across the campus, his thoughts
busy with his friend, he stumbled;
although he managed to recover hlm
seli', his spectacles became detached
and fell.
Quite helpless without these aids
to vision, he got down on hands and
knees and began to feel carefully In
the grass.
While the search went on there ap
proached a young man, a freshman
not yet acquainted with all the fac
ulty. To him the disturbed professor
appealed for aid.
“Young man," he said nervously,
“will you have the k’klndness to help
me locate my g-glasses?”
Tho youth gazed indignantly down
at the scandalizing spectacle of a red
faced, elderly party violently pawning
at the earth.
“It appears to me. my elderly
friend,” he said severely, “that you’ve
already located about all the glasses
you need!”
Story of Attack on Missionaries at
Nrnchang, China.
Shanghai.—The following account cf
the* reotnt attack on foreign mission
aries at Nanchnng, a city of 1.000.U00
inhabitants, has been received:
Fifteen .Methodists, twilve K:i: Hull
Protestants and fourti en French tv.th
ollc missionaries w» i • in the city on
last Thursday night win n the French
Catholics had a quarrel with an official
over a suit for the possession of prop
erty. Great excitement prevailed on
Friday. A mass meeting was laid on
Saturday and was follow, d on Sunday
by a riot, during which tie* prop, rty of
the Catholics was burned. Th • Pro
testants took refuge In the adjoining
house of Mr. Kingman. The house was
buYned, and six priests and two of the
Kingman family wen* killed.
The Chinese governor attempted to
check the liot and rescue the mission
aries. The men of tho M< thodlst mis
sion, aided by Chlm si* soldiers, took
their school girls to (‘hlmsj homes In
the city and brought Misses Hoyt and
Kuhn from a hospital. All took refuge
In mid-river. In a launch which was
furnished by Chinese officials. The
launch waited until Chinese soldiers
brought the remaining missionaries at
daylight on Monday. The launch
reached Kluiiang on Tuesday. The
wounded Kingman girl died on tho
way. Chinese could have blocked the
passngo of the launch during the
twelve hours' Journey down the nar
row, shullow river, but they were
Quirmbarh. a Methodist, remained
at Nanehang to care for property. He
Is under the protection of the gover
nor and Is probably safe. Lewis wired
Consul General Rodgers at Shanghai
on Sunday, warning of tho disaster,
and wired the facts to Bishop Bash
ford on Monday. Captain Fletcher,
commanding the American ships, had
the location of every American mis
sionary In tho Yanktse valley. After
consultatalon on Monday, Captain
Fletcher ordered the gunboat El
Cano from Nanking to meet tho fugi
tives at Kiuklung or Poyang lake.
They were met at Kluklang.
The cause of the riot was local. Se
rious blame attaches to the French
Catholics. Chinese friendly to tho
missionaries object to priests exercis
ing civil functions.
Prediction that the Senate Will Pass
It Without Change.
Washington.—That the railroad rate
bill will he passed by the Senate prac
tically as it came from tho House Is
an admission that the opponents of
the measure are almost ready to make.
It has been admitted that they can
not hope for any assistance from tho
President in getting an amendment
for judicial review of orders of tho In
terstate Commerce Commission. The
President made this clear to Senators
Crane and Spooner.
The only hope left to tho opponents
of 'the measure Is in tho Democrats.
They have not deflntely clgtermlned
what the party position will he tow
ard such an amendment, Imt it Is ad
mitted that more than half of the min
ority favor passing tho bill exactly as
It came from the House.
The railroad rate bill for several
days lias been regarded as the one
measure standing in ilie way of an
early adjournment of Congress.
One of the leading Republican sen
ators, a member of tin* steering com
muiee, declares that "tin* Philippine
tariff bill, tin* statehood bill and the
Santo Domingo treaty are all dead."
He qualified bis statement concern
ing the statehood bill by saying that
he meant that tin* friends of the bill
could not pass It without the Foraker
amendment providing for submission
to the votes of the people of New Mex
ico and Arizona separately the ques
tion whether they should have Joint
Death of I. E. Blake.
Denver.—l. K. Blake, formerly of
Denver and w< II known for Ills nunn-r
--ous gifts to various institutions, died
In San Francisco Wednesday night of
apoplexv. Mr. Blake was the donor
of the magnificent organ to Trinity
Methodist church In this city. He was
Identified with a large number of pros
perous concerns. Fior.i 1883 to 1893.
while a resident of Denver, he was
president of the Continental Oil Com
pany. Later he was head of the Pa<l
fle Coast Oil Company, a strong con
cern which was absorbed by the Stand
ard. Mr. Blake sank a fortune In the
Nevada Southern road In the panic of
1893. At the time of his death. Mr.
Blake was one or the leading spirits in
the Consumers' Oil Company on the
To Prosecute the Schiffers.
Denver. A Republican dispatch
from Alamosa says: The committee
appointed by the depositors of the de
funct bank of Alamosa to arrange for
a settlement with the* Schiffers. has
failed to get. any satisfaction from the
bankers' attorne y other than that tliir
ty-htree and one third per cent, is all
the Schiffers will pay back. The coin
mil tee* lias been given authority to act
and Is now collecting two per cent,
from all the depositors interested. This
money will be* used te> employ the- be-t
le-gal tale nt obtainable in Colorado te>
prosecute the- SchifTe-rs at the May
term e»f the Conejos county District
Court. The depositors are responding
to the call.
Trouble Is Feared.
Washington. -Trouble is all that the
State De-partnn nt can see in the in: r
national conference at Alg ciras. The
offie-ials are decidedly pe.-slmlstic In
their comments on the situation, anel
the statement was made*: "If nei agree
ment Is reacheel at Alge-cirus it will be
because Germany desires war. France
bas made several concessions and the
situation is now as if they we-r.* up
dganlst a stone wall anel could not
sidestep." It also has been sale! re
peatedly tha.' Morocro has but a small
significance in the entire international
discussion and that European politics
constitute the* paramount subject of
discussion and of action.
Bankers' Life in Trouble.
New York. The Herald makes tho
following statement: “Called upon by
the State- Department of Insurance to
make- good as» rious impairment of its
capital. stockheld -rs and directors of
th«- Bankers'Life Insurance Company
of New York held Important meetings
Thursday, the sequel of which will be
that within a few elr; s the men who
compose the pr< sent management of
mat company will retire end success
ors will be named by Interests opposed
to them. The Bankers’ Life has nearly
f 23.000.000 of outstanding insurance
nn Its books.
Efforts Based on Theory of Survival of
the Fittest—Selection of Seed From
Best Plants Raised on Dry Soil.
(By Robert Gauss.)
Following are extracts from a paper
read before the American Breeders’
Association at Lincoln, Nebraska:
"In eastern Colorado tho normal an
nual precipitation Is about 14.50
inches, from which there Is hut littlo
departure either north or south of tho
state. About two-thirds of this pre
cipitation occurs between March Ist
and September Ist, thus coming In tho
‘growing season and at a time when it
can do the most good. Occasionally In
exceptionally favorable seasons like
tha: of 1905 agriculture Is practicable
without Irrigation. But upon such sea
sons little dependence can be placed.-
and hence whoie Irrigation Is ImpratP
tlcublc, farming must remain a pre
carious Industry unless means be
found to adapt not physical conditions
to vegetation—as through Irrigation—
but rather vegetation to physical con
ditions through acclimltization of de
sirable species.
"It was In the latter part of 188 C that
the Idea first occurred to uie that
something might be accomplished of
practicable value to arfd region agri
culture along the' lines just suggested.
It found expression In an editorial In
the Denver Republican of November
21, 188 U, entitled ‘ls There An Arid Re
gion?’ and in which tho following
gestion appeared:
" ‘There Is, of course, a limit beyond
which we can not go In reducing the
quantity of moisture essential to vege
tation. But within the Ilmltß of rea
son we may say that nature accommo
dates each vegetable organism to the
conditions which surround it. We may
by sowing seeds In a moist soil and by
keeping tne sol! In a moist condition,
develop in a few >ears a plant which
could not thrive without a great deal
of moisture; and we may with seeds
taken from the same plant as the
others, develop In t*he same time, by
the contrary process, a plant which
would require but little moisture.
“‘lt may he possible, therefore, by a
series of experiments extending
through several years to develop a va
riety of wheat or other grain which
would thrive on our highlands without
Irrigation. Until it Is proved that all
such experiments would fall, we must
admit that it is an open question
whether this Is or is not an arid re
'"I began my experiment in the?
spring ot 189 ti with wheat of the va
riety known as Improved Fife, which
was sent me fiom the agricultural col
lege at Fort Collins, The ground was
broken that, spring to n depth of about
seven Inches and the seed was sown*
broadcast. The season was extremely
dry and I obtained only a very small
quantity of seed. It was sufficient,
however, for replanting us extensively
ns F desired in tin* following season of
1807 In the last named year I adopted
the plan or placing single grains at in
tervals of twelve Inches each way
thus giving one plant to each square
foot. It was a tedious process, but It
enabled me to select my plants with
more care. Each year since then I
have repeated this method of planting.
For several years I broke tho ground
to a depth of from fourteen to sixteen
Inches, using for this purpose a sub
soil plough. I also caused the surface
«,f the soil to lie broken with a hoe,
thus producing a loose mulch for tho
purpose of preventing evaporation.
Subsequently I abandoned both these
methods, lest by the result attained I
should deceive myself. 1 was con
vince! that in practical farming few
men would subsoil their ground and
that none would be Induced by any
promise of bountiful crops to keep the
surface broken in order to prevent the
loss of moisture by evaporation. In
sho •. i m lsht 'i m • wheal to be subject
to as adverse conditions as It would bo
subjected t<. in practical farming, thus
assuring myself that whatever results
I might attain would at least not be de
ceptive. In I >!)7 I enlarged my experi
ment by adding oats and beardless, or
stock-feeding barley. In 1898 I added
rye, and in 1903 ! planted for the first,
lime four \arletles of durum wheat
and one soft wh**at, known as Fretes,
s at me by Mr. Carle-ton or the Depart
ment of Agriculture. The durum
wheats consisted of Kubanka, Pellssier
and two kinds of Kalila. In the same
year. 1903, I added Turkestan alfalfa,
on the theory that I should acclimatize
a lemunilnoiis plant which in rotation
would restore lie- fertility of the soil.
In 1904 I added Red Russian wheat,
the sec I for which was obtained from
Logan county. Colorado, on the plains,
and a variety of malting barley called
saale, the seed having been obtained
from Mr. AUenbrand of Manhattan
Montana, who bad impoited the orig
inal seed from Germai y. In addition
to the foregoing, my experiment in
cludes sugar beets, potatoes and field
peas, but In the case of these too little
time has elapsed to determine whether
there Is much promise of success.
"Last spring 1 planted most of the
cereals In beds of twenty rows a foot
apart and 100 feet long, thus giving.
Lheort tic-ally, 2,000 plants, each occupy
ing the space of one square foot. This
Is theoretical only, however, for at
li ast twenty per cent, ot the places an?
as a rule unoccupied. My own
wheat was planted at the rate of one
plant to the square foot in rows 100
feet long, but In this cas * there were
eighty rows Instead of twenty. The
ground was broken In the* spring about
seven Inches deep, but not subsoiled.
No fertilizing material was used.
"The yield of each variety was as
( Pound*-
76M Kalllii. JO r..v -'l •"> |"n« - •
77i.- ; in-Hhhi*-.;. -*•* ><•«;• n..i ( r.n* at,
R«-d" IlUMlHIl." low 1".. lof'K -•'*
M> wbrut from wl-. O-J Kialr.-. s-> row
.loo f- t low tIWS r...|„ nK fiu
FU-nrd'Viirl*• v.' jn >..%•■< •• .f. t Uiik [\]i
Ilyr. jo :oiv» mu
“The foregoing amounts may seem
small, but it should be borne in mind
that the seeding w;-\> at the rate of one
plant to the square foot. It will be ob
served that the yield of my wheat was
notably in excess of the best of the
"My whole theory is based, of
course, upon the presumption that the
plants which in growth and maturity
reveal the greatest power to resist
drought will transmit that constitu
tional difference to their offspring.
Hence, bv taking advantage of this va
riation. I have endeavored to perpetu
ate and emphasize the drought-resist
ant qualities.”

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