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BY CLARA AUGUSTA
INTERNATIONAL PRE.S5 ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER XIII.-iTonticid. Alexandrine stood a moment la tbo floor, looking at the lovely picture pre sented by her young hostess. A pang vague and unacknowledged, wrung her heart, and showed Itself on her coun tenance. Dut she came forward. with expressions of admiration. "You are perfect, Margie absolutely perfect! Poor gentlemen! how I pity thm to-night! How their wretched hearts will ache!" Margie laughed. "Nonsense, Alex, don't be absurd? Go and dress yourself. I am going to the opera, and you must accompany us." "Us who may that plural pronoun embody?" "Myself and Mr. Trevlyn." ' "Ah! thank you. Mr. Trevlyn may cot care for an addition to his nice lit tle arrangement for a tete-a-tete." "Don't be vexed. Alexandrine. We thought you would pass the evening at your friend's, and Archer only came In to tell me a few hours ago." i "Of course I am not vexed, dear," and the girl kissed Margie's glowing cheek. "Lovers will be lovers the world over. Silly things, always, and never Interesting company for other people How long before Mr. Trevlyn is coming for you!" . Margie consulted her watch. "At eight. It is now seven. In an hour." ; "In an hour! An hour's time! Long enough to change the destiny of em pires!" , "How strangely you talk. Alexan drine! What spirit possesses you?" asked Margie, filled, in spite of herself, with a curious premonition of evil. : Alexandrine sat dow n by the side of her friend, and looked searchlngly Into her face, her great black eyes holding Margie with a sort of serpent-like fas cination. i "Margaret, you love this Archer Trevlyn very dearly, do you not?" : Margie blushed crimson, but she an swered, proudly: "Why need I be ashamed to confess It! I do. I love him with my whole soul." "And you do not think there Is In you any possibility of a change?" "A change! What do you mean. Ex plain yourself." "You do not think the time will ever come when you will cease to love Mr, Archer Trevlyn?" "It will never come!" Margie replied. Indignantly, "never, while I have my reason!" "Do you believe In love's immortal ity?" "I believe that all true love Is change less as eternity! I am not a child, Alex andrine, to be blown about by every passing breeze." "No, you are a woman now, with a woman's capability of suffering. You ought, also, to be possessed of woman's resolution of a woman's strength to endure sorrow and affliction." "I have never had any great afflic tion, Alexandrine. The death of Mr. Llnmere was horrible to me, but It was not as If I had loved him; and though I loved Mr. Trevlyn, my guard ian, he died so peacefully, that I can not wish him back. And my dear pa rents I was so young then, and they were to willing to go! No, I do not think I have ever had any great sor row, such as blast people's whole life times." "But you think you will always con tinue to love Archer Trevlyn?" "How strangely you harp on that string! What do you mean? There Is something l'hlad all this; I see It in your face uu frighten me!" "Margie, all people are blind some times, but more especially women, when they love. Would It be a mercy to open the eyes of one who, in happy ignorance, was walking over a precipice which the flowers hid from her view?" Margie shuddered, and the beautiful color fled from her cheek. "I do not comprehend you. Why do you keep me In suspense?" "Because I dread to break the charm. You will hate me for it always, Margie. We never love those who tell us dis agreeable truths, even though It be for our good." "I do not know what you would tell me, Alexandrine, but I do not think shall hate you for It." "Not If I tell you evil of Archer Trev lyn?" "I will not listen to It!" she cried, in dignantly. "I expected as much. Well, Margie, you shall not. I will hold my peace; but If ever. In the years to come, the terrible secret should be revealed to you the secret which would then de stroy your happiness for all time re member that I would have saved you, and you refused to listen!" She drew her shawl around her shoul ders, and rose to go. Margie caught her arm. "What Is It? You shall tell me! Sus pense Is worse than certainty." "And If I tell you, you will keep si lent? Silent as the grave Itself?" "Yes. If you wish It." "Will you swear It?" "I cannot; but I will keep it Just as sacredly." "I want not only your promise, but your oath. You would not break an oath. And this which I am about to tell you, if known to the world, involves Archer Trevlyn's life! and you refuse to take an oath." "His life! Yes, I will swear. I would do anything to make his life safer." i "Very well. You understand me ful ly? You are never to reveal anything I tell you to-night unless I give you leave. You swear it?" "I swear It." : "Listen, then. You remember the night Mr. Llnmere was murdered?" Margie grew pale as death, an 3 rlasped her hands convulsively, j "Ye, I remember It." ; "Yon desired us. after we had finish' ! dressing you, to leave yon alone. V. did o, and you locked the door be hind us, stepped from the window, and .went to the grave of jour partnU." I 'I did." "You remained there some little time, and when you turned away, you stopped to look back, and in doing so you laid 5 our hand this one "she touched Margie's slender left hand, on which Rhone Archer Trevlyn's betrothal ring "on the gate post. Io you remem ber It?" "Yes, I remember It." "And while It rented there while your eyes were turned away, that hand was touched by something soft, and warm, and sentient too warm, too pas sionate, to be the kiss of a dltembodlel soul. Living human lips, that scorched Into your flesh, and thrilled you as nothing else ever had the power to thrill you!" Margie trembled convulsively.her col or came and went, and she clasped and unclasped her bauds with nervous agi tation. "Am I not speaking the truth?" "Yes, yes go on. I am listening." "Was there. In all the world, at that time, more than one person whose kiss had the power to thrill you as that kiss thrilled you? Answer me. Margie Har rison!" "I will not! You have no right to ask me!" she replied, passionately. "It is useless to attempt disguise.Mar- gie. I can read your very thoughts. At the moment you felt that touch, you knew instinctively who was near vou. You felt and acknowledged the presence of one who has no right to be ki3slng the hand of another man's promised wife. And yet the forbidden sin of that person was sweet to you. You stooped and pressed your lips whei his had been! Whose?" "I do not know indeed, I do not! Why do you torture me so. Alexan drine?" "My poor child. I will say no more. Good night. Margie. I trust vou will have a pleasant evening with Mr. Trevlyn." Margie caught the flowing skirt of Miss Lee's dress. "You shall tell me all! I must know. I have heard too much to be kept in ig norance of the remainder." "So be it. You shall hear all. You know that Archer Trevlyn was in the graveyard or near it. that night, though you might not see him. Yet you were sure of his prei-ence " "I was not! I tell you. I was not!" she cried fiercely. "I saw no one; not a person!" "Then, If you were not sure of hl3 presence, you loved some other; elsa why did you put your lips where those of a stranger had been? In that case you were doubly false!" Margie's cheeks were crimson with shame. She covered her face with her hands, and was silent.. "How many can you love at once, Margie Harrison?" "Alexandrine, you are cruel! cruel! Is it not enough for you to tell me the truth, without torturing me thus?" Alexandrine took the shrinking, cow. ering girl by the shoulders, and llfte her into a seat. "Rouse yourself. Margie. I have not done. I want you to hear it all." "Yes. I am hearing." It was pitiful to see how helpless and weak the roor child had become. All sense of Joy and sorrow scemej to have died out of her. "I feared so much that when the body of the murdered man should be discovered, there would be some clue which would point to the guilty party! Such a night as I passed, while they searched for the body! I thought I should go mad!" She hid her face in her hand and her figure shook like a leaf in the autumn wind. "When the dog took us to the grave yard. I thought I would be the flrst In side I would fee if there was any thing left on the ground to point to the real murderer. You remember that I picked up something, do you not?" "I do. Your glove, was it not?" "Yes. It was my glove! I defy the whole world to take It from me! would die before such proof should he brought again .U the man I love!" she cried wildly. "See here!" She drew from her bosom a kid glove, stained and stiff w ith blood. "Margie, have you ever seen It be fore? Look here. It has been mended; sewed with blue silk! Do you remt ruber anything about it?" "Yes; I saw you mend it at Cape May," she answered, the words forced from her, apparently, without her voll tion. "You are right. He had torn It while rowing me out. one morning. I saw the rent aud ofTered to repair it. He makes his gloves wear well, doesn't he?" "0 don't! don't! how can you? Alex andrine, wake me. for mercy's sake! This Is some horrible dream." "I would to heaven it were! It would be happier for us all. But if you feel any doubt about the identity of the glove, look heie." She turned back the wrist, and there on the inside, written In the bold characters, which were a peculiarity of Arch Trevlyn's handwriting, was the name In full Archer Trevlyn. Margie shrank back and covered her eyes, as If to shut out the terrible proof. Alexandrine returned the glove to her bosom, and then continued: "The handkerchief found near Mr. Llnmere was marked with the single letter A. Whose name begins with that lettter?" "Stop. I Implore you! I shall lose my reason! I am Minded I cannot see! O. If I could only die, and leave it all!" (TO SB CONTIXCED.I GROWTH OF THE SILK TRADE. CHAPTER XIV. t'l-Aau or con scious triumph crossed the cold face of Miss Lee, and then she wa3 a 8 calm as before. "No.Iamnot cruel only truthful jou cannot deny that you knew Archer Trevlvn f was near von Vnn will not deny it. Margie. I know what love Is I know something of lis keen, Bubtle Instincts. I should recog nize the vicinity of the man I loved, though all around me were as black as midnight." "Well, what then?" asked Margie, defiantly. "Wait and see. I followed you out that night, with no definite purpose la my mind. Perhaps It was curiosity to see what a romantic woman, about to be married to a man she does not love. would do. I stood outside the hedge of arbor vitae while you were Inside. I saw the tall, shadowy figure which bent Its head upon your hand, and I saw you when you put your mouth whero hl3 bad been. When you went away I did not go. Something kept me behind. A moment afterward, I heard voices in side the hedge Just one exclamation from e-ach person I could swear to that! and then O heaven!" "What then!" "A blow! a dull, terrible thud, a smothered groan, a fall and I stood there powerless to move stricken dumb and motionless! And while I stood transfixed, some person rushed past me, breathless, panting, reckless of everything save escape! Margie, it was so dark that I could not be positive, but I am morally certain that the person I saw was Archer Trevlyn!" "My God!" Margie cowered down to the floor, and hid her face in the folds of Alexandrine's dress. "Hear me, through," MIsb Lee went on, relentlessly, her race growing colder and harder with every word. "Hear me through, and then decide for yourself. Let no opinion of mine bias your Judg ment. I stood there a moment longer, and then, when suspended volition came back to me, I fled from the place. Margie, words cannot express to you my distress, ray bitter, burning an guish! It was like to madness! But sooner than have divulged my suspic ions, I would have killed myself! For I loved Archer Trevlyn with a depth and fervor which your cool nature has no conception of. I love him still, though I feel convinced, from the bot tom of my soul, that he Is a murderer!" Her cheeks grew brilliant i as red roBes. her eyes sparkled like stars. Margie looked Into the bewilderingly beautiful fare with suspended breath. The woman's passionate presence scorched her: the could not be herself, with those cje of lire blazing down In to hers. Ak-, -vlrlne resumed. "I am wasting time. Let me hurry on to the end, or your lover will bo here before I finish." "My lover!" cried Margie, In a dazed sort of way, "my lover? o yea, I re member, Archer Trevlyn was coming. Ii It nearly time for him?" New York Import 05 Ir Ont of th Mlk (ominff to Thit Country. The growth or the silk Industry In this country makes an interesting study, says the Mall and Express. The annual product of the American mills is worth about 1100,000,000. Not only has there been a marked increase in re cent years in both the value and amount of production, iut the mills have produced classes of goods never before attempted. Silk is now used for such a great number of purposes that its manufae hire and importing has grown to be a leading Industry. In an Interview a New Yorker who is an au thority on everything pertaining to the manufacture end Importing of silk said recently: "We can make anything in the silk line that can be made in the world and that there is a market for. There are, however, certain high novel ties that we no not make. One of the noteworthy features of the trade Cur ing the last decade is the decline In the price of raw silk and the great Improvement in nearly every depart ment of machinery and appliances. The silk imports at New York comprise fully 93 per cent of the total value cf siik Imports In this country. The large mills are all represented in New York, so that the metropolis in this industry, as In most others, is the center of elis'ui butlon for this country. THEATRICAL LETTER. THE SEASON OF MELODRAMA HAS COME AGAIN. Tb Eneiuy of the Klnf rroJuord In Kew York rl Whitney' New lrUti 0mt "Tha hoclul Trunt" aud Other nw rim. m RIAN BORU." the new opera which Fred C. Whitney is t o produce, 1 s somewhat on the order of "Robin Hood" and "Rob Roy." The old legends concerning Erln'a heroic king have been woven b y Stanislaus Stanrr into a romantic story, with a of comedy running through It. JuH;n Edwards, while striving to be original in his musical setting. has.nevertheies9, made use of several old and beauti ful Irish airs, giving tho opera a dis tinctly national flavor. A very large and efficient company has been engag ed, Including a fine ballet. "Tho ttnrmy of th King. The scenes of this new play for E. II. Sothern, are laid In the picturesque times of Henry of Navarre, and the hero is a Huguenot captain, upon whose head a price is set. The father of the heroine is held in prison, and to secure his release the daughter must deliver the hero Into the hands of the enemy. Repulsive as the task la to her, she undertakes it. and is befriended on her Journey by a young nobleman, who tx much favor has "Rosemary" been re ceived that Mr. Frohman has cancelled most of the company's provincial en gagements for the season. Harrlgan' latrt IMay. There was A time when Edward Har rlgan, in partnership with Tony Hart, used to bo very popular In New York; and later, wheu ho built hi own the ater in Thirty-fifth street and produced such plays as "Heilly." "The Woollen Stocking." "The Leather ratch," etc., he reached the top notch of his success. Then either his popularity began to wane or his plays to be weaker any way, business fell off. until he finally eold his theater to Richard Mansfield, and took to the road for a season. This fall he came out with a new play, written by himself, at the BIJou, New York, but it must be confessed that "Marty Malone" is not up to the old Harrlgan standard. There are a few of the familiar characters, some rather pretty music by Braham, a few com petent actcrs, and a number of Inferior Jokes and puns. It isn't the Harrlgan we all loved and admired a few yeara ago. nor tho Hnrrlgan over whom W. D. Howella enthused. We miss the old time favorites from the cast, too Mrs. Yeamans, Johnny Wild. Ada Lewis, Hattle Moore and poor John Decker. "Th Wrong Mr. Wright, A comedy in three acts, by George II. Broadhurst, was acted for the first time on any stage Aug. 24, at the Boston (Mass.) museum by Roland Reed and company. The story: Sey mour Sites, a wealthy but penurious merchant of San Francisco, has been robbed by an employe of $30,000 by means of a forged check. He haa placed the case in the hands of a prl- GENERAL SPORTING ! NOTES AND COMMENT ON CUR RENT EVENTS. dm in December His plan id to VIRGINIA HARNED. NON-ANIMAL BOOTS. Featura of the Vegetarian rati land. In tug There ara vegetarians who deny flesh food on sanitary grounds only, while others cling to the diet on hu manitarian grounds. They refuse to eat meat because they decline to even remotely sanction the slaughter of a living creature for any purpose, says the New York World. This feeling is carried to the point of a fad in Eng land, and as a result, "vegetarian boots and shoes" are advertised as for sale in the London papers. The uppers are made of "Jannus corlum," which, by the way, is oak-tanned leather, but few peo ple will recognize the fact. This is all the leather used in the shoe, however. Tho sole3 are of closely waterproofed' flax belting. Tho vegetarians in ar guing that the skins of 6lugntered animals are not necessary say that India rubber, gutta percha, steel, iron, and brass nails, cashmere, cotton, elas tic webbing, wood, paper, cork, ntraw, silk, jute and wax go to form the mod ern mystery of a lady's shoe, in which oftentimes no clement of leather enters. Cnglne Are Llka Individual. It is better to key up an engine in the morning than at night. If It is done at night what proof does the engineer have that he will be there to aitend to it the next morning? An engine may appear to be keyed up all right, and yet when It Is started up the crank pin or some other part may heat because the key was driven too far; therefore all of the parts should be closely watched until it la Known tnat they will run cool. Ex. A rent, y-ln-1 he-Slot Iortor. A penny-ln-the-slot doctor haa been invented In Amsterdam. The machine Is built in human form, and each orcan of the body Is supplied with a slot. A patient who has a pain in hlg heart or liver will drop a penny in the heart or liver department, and will receive a prescription together with tho addresf of an apothecary. An tclertrln Semaphore. An automatic electrical semaphore haa been perfected for trolley road crossing). It is so arranged that a car approaching from either direction will cause danger signals to be displayed at tho point of intersection of the two roads while the car ia gtlll tome dis tance from the crossing. is none other than ho whom she seeks to destroy. When tho two fill In love. nd she discovers that her knight is the kinc'g enemy, she rcnents of her bargain. In the end her father is re- leaped, and her lover receives a free paseport. Mr. Sothern's part fits him perfectly, and he plays it with that charm of manner peculiarly his own. In the love scenes, which are very daintily written, he is exceedingly fe licitous, and in the quick action his alertness and vigor and his skillful sword play are particularly earnest and ccnvlneing. Owing to the Illness of Miss Grace Kimball, Mlas Virginia Har ned originated the part of the heroine, and she is to be congratulated on the beauty and nobility of her perform ance. Not even in "Trilby" has Miss Harned done better work. Arthur Law rence as the stern Royalist Governor played with great dignity and strenetu. The rest of the cast Is thoroughly capa ble, but the parts are not calculated to admit of much individuality. The scen ery is magnificent. iirare Klmhall. Miss Grace Kimball, who for the past few seasons has been leading lady ( W08r$M & - m -1 GRACE KIMBALL, or E. II. Sothern, ig a young actress of considerable promise and attractive ness. Perhaps the best work she hag done with Mr. Sothern'g company was her rendition of Betty Llnley in "Sheri dan." BUcceM of "Rosemary." "Rosemary" haa made an instant uccess at the Empire, New York, and it le a well-deserved one. A bachelor of forty years falls In love with a girl of eighteen. An unconscious coquette, he leads him en, to the exasperation of her accepted lover, scarcely older than herself. Her elderly adorer per uadea himself he can never forget her, and the last act shows that he is par tially right he does remember her with an effort, however. John Drew" glveg an agreeable surprise to those wno nave known him only in "society" productions. Miss Adams lug made a great success as the charming maiden ef half a century ago. The other char eterg are well-sustained, MIsa Ethel Barrymore creating the part of the maid to a moat finished manner. 'With vate detective agency, offering a re ward of $5,000 for the arrest and con vlctlon of the thief. Sites has learned from a friend that the clerk who com mitted the forgery has gone to Old Ioint Comfort, no he hastens east with the idea of intercepting him and sav ins the reward. Sites arrives at the hotel and registers under the name of Wright. Here he is confronted trith his nephew and niece, who are at Old Point on pleasure bent, to whom he ex plains the situation, and they promise io sist mm. Ills endeavor to conceal identity brings about various amusing situations. Henrietta Oliver, a female detective, who has been put upon the forgery case, then comes upon the scene. She has traced the defaulter to Old Point Comfort, he having been posing as Mr. Wright. The flrst ner, son sho meets is Seymour Sites, who becomes terribly smitten with her, and biie in turn imagines him to be the forger, as he ia also posing under the name of Wright. With his introduc tion to Henrietta, Sites entire nature tnangea. From being close and mean he becomes liberal to a fault, throwing money right and left. Hlg action lenda credence to tho theory that he ia the defaulter, and, after many amusing complications, he i finally arrested aa the thief. Explanations follow, and all ends satisfactorily. The cast: Sey mour Sites, Roland Reed; Wayland Clingstone, Sheridan Tupper; Freder ick Bonds, Chas. S. Abbe; Captain Crosby, Holbrook Bllnn; Lord Brazen face Charles Coote; David Clews, John II Bunny; Front. Julian Reed; Henri etta Oliver, Isadore Rush; Julia Bonds. Monte Donlco; Tlllie Bird, Alethea Luce; Arabella Clingstone, Mrs. Mary Myers. ' "A Social Trust." A new play to be seen during the season is "A Soclrl Trust." by ini Bell and Ramsay Morris which CS produced In San Francisco late In The summer and scored a decided suece The pl0t l8 taken from thedlLtCer the Cordage trust, and several domes tic and love affairs are involved rtnh Mr. Bell and Mr. Morris are experN enced writers, and a really strong nia , ur llu w. ii. crane, but who some time aer nrcmni,! " o .. ui own com- u iuo wcoi, Will A Hlg rigeou hhoollng 'out-t -May II Hooked for December - olp of th l'ugltlal - Ive and h-hrfer Again Other hporlllif Matters. HARLES ZWER leln, of Yardvllle, N. J., well-known to all pigeon-shoot era in the east as a flrst-ciasa shot and a purveyor of the fastest kind of pig eons, is trying to a iran go a great pigeon shooting contest to take place some time t Trenton, N. J have a chanipionshlr contest and each man will shoot at 100 birds with an entrance of $100. Tho birds to all be of a blue cedor and se lected for speed. He thinks that 10 to 12 entries can be secured and he is willing to furnish these birds free of cost. He desires such men as Brew er. Dr. Carver, Budd, Clai-is. Gilbert, Elliott. Fulford, Grimm. Clarldge, Win ston, McMurchy, Upson, Hcikes, and others of tho same class to enter and make it a championship event. Thl9 would come tho nearest of showing who deserved the title of "world's championship" than any event that we know of. Let Bomeone put up a suita Lie trophy to be shot for annually at 100 birds, every one at 30 yards, no favorites, no handicap, entrance S100, the best man to win under the best conditions. The winner enn come pret ty near to being the best shet In this country at least. Push it along. Char lie, and we beiiwe jou will succeed in giving a big event. Some Old eiunn. Rolla ileikes, of Dayton. O., the world's champion inanimate target shot, has some old guns which he prizes quite highly. One Is a Joseph Golcner smooth bore, muzzle loader, which has n barrel 43 inches long. The weod of the stock exteuds to the end of the barrel and was made strong and ser viceable. This gun Is over 75 years old nnd Mr. Helkes told the writer that ho had killed quail on the wing with that old gun 21 years ago. This gives a faint Idea of about the time that "Roll" began to learn the art of wing (heiotlng. Another gun was of the flint lock pattern and waa moro than 100 years old. having once been used by Mrs. Helkes' grandfather. This weap on had been made for a field gun and was light and really well balanced. It seemed to come up to the face with the proper fit and was a relic highly prized in the Heikes' collection of chootlng trophies. He also had a flint lock pistol that might have done Eer vico in the revolutionary war. Among the trophies which this great trap shot has collected are cups of ev;ry nize, shape and value, and have been won in honest contests at the trap In various parts of the country. His col lection of medal, badges, buttons, pins, gold watches, ami silverware would start a small Jewe lry tore. Mr. Heikes' comfortable home In Dayton ii well ornamented with trophies of hia skill with the shotgun, and we hope the collection will continue to grow for many years to come. ( apt. Hi n Klf k. Capt. Ben Elck was born at Sterling, 111., Jan. SO, 1871, and at an early :;ge took a great Interest in firearms. As a boy 15 years of age he ranked aa a rifle shot among the best In his com munity, and many were the bright pre dictions for his future. Jan. 14. 1SS9. he enlisted as a private in Company E. Sixth Infantry, Sterling. 111. In 1S92 ho was appointed ordnance sergeant, and in that capacity served his regi ment faithfully till In 1S9G a letter from Col. D. J. Foster announced to him his promotion to Inspector of rifle prac tice for the Sixth Regiment with -ank of captain. He commenced his shoot ing career in 1880. and from that time on rose Bteadlly till, as the records of the adjutant-general for 1891 and 1892 show, he stands second to none. At the lnter-state rifle competition field at Fort Sheridan In 1S92 Capt. Elck made a record to be proud of. In com petition with forty men, Including the regular army team of ten men, of whom Capt. Baldwin, U. S. A., said their rec ord had uever been equaled, Capt. Elck won third place, losing first by but five points. Ho is termed a phe nomenal shot and a man of Iron nerves. As a skirmisher he has moro skirmish records hanging to his belt than any man in Illinois, shooting as high aa thirteen shots from the breech-loading bpnngueld army rifle in thirty seconds. chance of a a nt Ives, and wi,k.!' 8ck-J o the only soluCo' 1 I- a handicap tournamc.n;hetPr handt,n"li 0f !h lei!? uch a inai th-y (annot oth -"'v. mererore a "e oniy way out thllllr i. . i" uo,,y oum and th i ,uc would be great. yV1 iojon, Spinks, GalheV ' Bchae Maggloll. Sulton! SoTZ, "Pron, Karnes, and oUtVr, ,?tll cap contest, there ,, I 0 il- revival of the game V. flecW that would attract ."l -Der cnt would be some tollman, " v"""ia "v uciwcen Iv attentii fwroan Slosson and myself I Ji8cha!fa nu possum to promo-. . ' neuts. and imJ the to, do nameuts. and thlnir 1 Hons of' labt. 1 -8t tom quet- bould be left in the bl l 'nrbetl v.. SharL.. The latest concerning th. v tween Jim Corbett Mrn" is contained in the fniL . SbarkeJ from San nJi J. Corbett and Thoma, Bhirto 7 TJ0 avyweiht V? i"uuuiD in Sim -i """" " 'UUCISCO It than probablfl th., .i. " ... 18 DOHlted a cent n, t,uo na It U not bel eved the meeting themselves! Neither1!? National nor th- . eltlltr the not believed trat e.tw TV D any intentlnn r " "UB m ronilurfln. -it "r VUfw.t ft Ull nr-foiiatlon .... himself and Sharker. Z. 7. Roes far to prove that th, C match wa a .. . mM Noonehasbeto'S; dollar of forfeit money depo C either of the flKhtera al T. f though each of the pugilist. Cup for Women V.oltrn. The Robert Cox cun. emhi0m,M. the women a golf championship of th. United States. i8 a vase of EtrZ it mi I .mm dcr.lgn, sented VII ''' t i THE COX CUP. wnii eiaoorate figures, pre- by George Cox of Edinburgh, 5 Scotland. It Is valued at $1,001 Social Truat." produce "A Hota of tha Stage. Ylolet Hand, the youngest daughter of the lamented Katherlne Rogers hoi aed. 10 5 Sothe' " pany. She is a sister of Eleanor Mo rettl and Katherlne Florence Williams. ' Fanny Davenport has paid to Bar dou more than $100,000 in rn.i.. during the past thirteen years. Mlsa Davenport begins her 1 . . v, t,... .. v iu. uiiun i neater with a grand revival of "Fedora." Crane is reviving the "Senator" hi. cason. Effle Shaunon U his leading woman and Marlon Abbott will nla the widow. ' 7a if I CAPT. BEN KICK. Comparing records, Capt. Elck atanda In the front rank of military rifle shota In the United States. Prop Etprrt Hand Ira p. The riegotlationa for a match between "rank .C,, Ives and Jacob Schaefor, -u.lu were opened by the latter, not giving any promise of fruitful result, and tho winter eport requiring a bo ini the veteran standby, Ma-.irleo Diiy, comes to the front with a iroriMin which is likely to mee t with a fivoraole response all along the line, and It Is to i be hoped that such will be the case, for the game sadly needs pushing along Just now. Here Is what Maurice has . to tay for the benefit of the "gentle men game": "There Is do apparent Jawing l'UKlllitt. "I'm going to fight Fitz on Droadtai, New York." said Jim Corbett the other day. "I'll rig up a club and go lutt the bttslnes for this." "But Fitzy ain't going to let jw spring any such trap ns that on him," eplied an admirer of the Australian. "He's getting suspicious again, eh! Does the scoundrel have the nerve tt insinuate I would do anything but (air in my own house? I'll tell you what, went on Jim, "let Fita furnish out i club and I'll fight him in if Bat would he? The latest from New York in re gard to the big ones Is that the; tried to make the public believe they bad put up twice as much money Insuring a match between them than they really had; also that Corbett wants to go Into the show business again before having another go. Terhaps if they should double up and spar through the coun try they might be able to command full houses for a time. As It standi now neither can draw better than half a house. JOSETII DONOVAN. Hilly Hill In England. Billy Hill, eoiucwhat famed as Mnl doon's pickaninny, Is tho latest of the American colored boxers to cast hiilot with England and I note that he ii padding his record a trifle for the t ports of that country. He ought prob ably to do pretty well there, as tne w surd notion .of a color-line in flghtlnf does not find congenial soil In BrluJ. The "pick" Is a hard man as a HgM welter, liable to do anybody, but never theleas somewhat this side of everbeiai a champion. He ought to do as wen at weight as the "CorTee Cooler" w done with men of his class. The Ttrand of Cain," A drama. In four acts, by AuiwW Wolford. was acted for the first , mj on any st."ge Aug. 16 at the Ung theater. Chicago, III., by Arnold ford aud company. The story. brothers (a dual rob) who are i aneiwj are mistaken one for the other. haa committed a murder In W where by chance the other been. Both wero wounded In tn The result, of course. Is as ever. Innocent man is relentlessly pw by hi accusers, nnd even by n s rather unnuai and suouv- Harrf Larking ter, who Is a woman, me return .m death of th murderer trtt n and the curtain comes down on of domestic felicity. The cast: Doc, James Lelghion. Eq. W A actcr), Paul Scott; Robert BurWTJ William A. Tulley; YTr jTfWf ney, tian, jaraes a. ; Gordon, WIKIs u. miu.. Hawkins. James w ... r.irhtoUt Harry Bronson: 1 Dyu'Vn inli Alice Snyder; Nora M Sherldan-Wolford; Juana, ble. h,. lolned Ri?11? iienry vwnv - DUJr Mansfield's coapany for leading u e. . ciifer Richard Carle cf7betw0f l company nan wrm .-- wbIci enmle. orera. "Eureka, '"'.j, George Lowell Tracy I music. The leading PVlyta' to fit the personalities of Da Marie Dressier.