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Love s Conquest
Bj CHARLES GARVJG*
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Lucille turned to the writing
table. The book that lay open up
on it was a volume of Tennyson’s
poems'. There was a sheet of paper
half written upon, but she would not
be tempted, and drew her eyes away.
At that moment, Susie, whose man
ners were not so fine, came up, and
with her finger-tips turned over the I
papers and magazines.
“This is the only place In lifter, |
Miss,” she said. “That's his pipe,
and that —why, what’s that? Why,
It’s a fern leaf and an old glove with
the fingers cut off. Now, whatever |
does he want to hoard them up for,
as if they w’ere treasures?”
Lucille looked around, and saw
that these treasures which Harry
Herne was hoarding were the fern
leaf which she had held as a fan and
the old glove which she had worn.
“Come aw’ay, Susie,” she said. “Be
Quick!” and she stamped her little
foot.
Susie closed the door and followed
her, then she stopped suddenly and
held up the flowers.
“Oh, Miss, I've brought, the flowers
away with me! I’ll run back and pu T
them on the table?”
“No, no!” said Lucille, hurriedly,
her face growing from red to white.
“Give them to me. I will not leave
them. I have changed rny mind!”
Her fern leaf and the glove? Why
had he kept them so carefully?
CHAPTER VIII.
Harry Herne had left the cottage |
only a few minutes before Lucille]
and Susie’s visit. Beyond being
bruised and shaken, he had not re- 1
ccived any injuries in stopping the :
ponies; but if he had had every bore |
in his body broken; the mental agony]
he endured would have obliterated all i
mere physical pain.
For hours he sat staring at the
wall, his hands clasped, his whole j
frame writhing as the tempest of a
strong man's passion raged within
his heart.
“Blow for blow'! Go to him and
whip the life out of him!” shrieked
the angry spirit within him; but he
would not listen to it, and at last he
conquered it, into silence. For hei
sake, he would bear even this, the
greatest indignity man could put
upon man, in patience.
With a sigh that was not one of
unhappiness, he took the glove and
fern from his bosom and gazed at
them.
“I ought to throw them away,” he
murmured. They do not belong to
me; they arc hers. What right have
1 to keep them, and gloat over them?
And yet keep them I must. I’ll keep
them for this purpose; whenever I
look at them they will remind me of
the difference between us, the gulf
that stretches between us—wide as
the ocean, deep as perdition. Yes,
and they shall remind me of more
than that! That in her service !
can take even a blow in patience.”
He sat for some time, going over
the scene again and again, then he j
took a stout stick and limped into |
the woods.
“Fresh air is the best medicine for
my complaint,’’ he murmured, with
a sad smile. “One can forget man
insults here —here alone with na
ture,” and he opened his mouth and
drew a long breath, as if a burden
had fallen from his shoulders.
Harry Herne limped through the
woods, lost in thought and apparently
seeing nothing, but all the same his
keen eyes were on the alert and
watchful as usual, and they caught
sight of a spot of crimson gleaming
through the undergrowth.
Harry Herne did not stop to turn
his head, but limped on for a few
yards as if he had seen nothing, then
he turned and with one leap had Mr.
Sinclair, the owner of the crimson
necktie, in his grasp.
White with fear and passion the
man struggled, swearing and bluster
ing. but he might as well have en
deavored to evade the clutch of a
grizzly bear as the grasp of the her
culean arms that held him as in a
vise, and presently he realized this
and relapsed into quietude, glaring
from his black eyes at the cool,
handsome face close to him.
“What the devil do you mean, fel
low?” he exclaimed. “I>et me go, will
you?”
“Presently, who are you and what
are you doing here?”
“What’s that to you?” retorted the
man. “Can’t a gentleman walk
through the public woods without be
ing assaulted by a low gamekeep
er?”
“These are not public woods, and
not even a gentleman has any right
to walk through them.”
“What right have you to stop a
gentleman like this, even if it is pri
vate property? You don’t know what
you’re doing. I can tell you. I'll have
the law on you for this, if my name’s
Sinclair.”
“Thanks.” satd Harry. “So that’s
your name, is it? And now what are
you. and what are you doing here?”
”1 came to see some one at the
house.”
“Why did you not say so at first?”
he asked, grimly.
“Because —because —” Mr. Sinclair
looked around out of the corners of
his eyes, and Harry smiled.
“Don't attempt to run.” he said;
“my stick is four feet long, and I
should be obliged to knock you down.
Go on!”
“Curse you! I came to see one of
the servants. Now are you satis
fied?”
“Quite,” said Harry; “and you
thought it was necessary to hide like
a thief, ray friend! Let me advise
you, next time you pay her a visit, to
come in an open manner. Go around
to the servants’ entrance and ask lor
her; you will be allowed to see her,
and you will be well treated —if you
are an honest and respectable man. ’
Mr. Sinclair dashed his hat on his
head and, with a parting maledic
tion, disappeared.
CHAPTER IX.
A week passed since the accident
in the park, and Lucille bad seen no
thing of Harry Herne. She miglr
have sent for him at any moment,
for was he not her servant? But she
did not do so.
Once or twice she had made in
quiries concerning him of Susie, who
was always ready to talk about him,
and she learned that, though he still
limped a little, he was in his usual
good health, and that the heroic
stoppage of the ponies ha.d not re
sulted in broken limbs.
One afternoon, while Lucille was
up in her room, Marie Verner, from
the drawing room window’, saw ap
proaching a great yellow chariot,
that might have come from the ark,
supposing that Noah had stored
furniture as well as animals, and a
footman announced Lady Farnley.
An old —a very old —lady entered,
with white hair and thick eyelids,
with a touch of rouge on her cheeks,
and ornaments of pearl and topaz
hanging to her ears and shining at
her throat. She had a large nose,
slightly hooked, and sharp eyes glit
'ering under thick, white brows, and
when she came in and saw Marie
Verner she stopped, bent her eyes
upon h* r almost fiercely, and drop
ped a s'ately, dignified little curtsey,
Marie Verner, with her sweetest,
demurest smile, bent her head, and
old Lady Farnley came and sank in
to a chair, her yellow satin robe flow
ing around her like a baloon.
She looked at Marie Verner for a
moment or two, and then commenced.
“Well. I suppose you have heard of
mo? I should have called before,
but I thought you would have been
in too much confusion to want visit
ors. Don't seem to be much upset,
however,” she added, with a little
grunt.
“Oh. no,” said Marie Verner, sweet
ly. “Mr. Head, the lawyer, had the
place put straight before we came
dow y n.”
“Ah. Head? Yes, I remember. Re
spectable man! And how do you
like the place, eh?”
“Oh. remarkably.” replied Marie
Verner, enjoying the mistake the
old woman was making. “It is so com
pact and comfortable.”
“Compact? Humph! Pretty extens
ive, too, Comfortable? Of course
It Is. You speak of it as if it was
a cottage,”
“Oli. it is quite large enough.” said
Marie Verner. “Miss Darracourt
says sometimes that it is too large.”
“Miss Darracourt!” echoed the old
lady, glaring at her fiercely. “Art n't
you Miss Darracourt?”
"Oh. no.” murmured Marie, with
an angelic smile.
“No! Then who—who are you?”
demanded Lady Farnley. with a
scowl of indignation.
“1 am Miss Darracourt’s friend and
j companion, Marie Verner.” she re
plied. with an innocent little smile.
What the old lady would have re
torted in her wrath will never be
known, for at that moment the door
opened and Lucille entered, and Ma
rie Verner said:
“This is Miss Darracourt.”
Lady Farnley rose, purple with
rage and indignation, but the sight
of Lucille's beautiful face, and more
especially the calm, dark eyes, dis
armed her. and before she could
curtsey, Lucille held out her hand,
and Lady Farnley took it.
“Humph!” grunted her ladyship.
“Well, there is no mistake about
your being a Darracourt, at any
rate; that’s a comfort, my dear. All
the Darracourts were good-looking,
worse luck to them! But I don’t re
member any with that hair of yours.
Got it from your mother, I suppose.
And now, I imagine you know who I
am ?”
“You are Ladv Farnlev?” said Lu
cille.
“Ves. Martha Farnley, the prin
cipal woman in the place, until you
came. And now, I suppose. I sink
into insignificance before a chit of a
girl! Not that that title fits you!
You’re tall, aren't you? Humph! 1
rather like you! I tel! you what, I
don't like that girl you've got here!
. Impudent minx, amused herself with
playing a practical joke upon an old
woman! Passed herself off for you.”
“Marie Verner! She is an old
schoolfellow of mine.” said Lucille,
conoiliatingly; “she's full of spirits.”
’Humph! So I should think! Don’t
I'ke people who are full of spirits;
always mistrust them, especially
when their spirits prompt them to
take liberties with me. Never
mind, my dear. I'll be even with her.
Now let's talk about yourself! How
you like being mistress of Darra
court?”
“I don't think I could help liking
it,” said Lucille.
“No, I suppose not. Well, you
take it quietly. I’m glad of that. I
thought you'd make a fuss. I told
everybody so. I thought you’d put on
airs, and behave like a schoolgirl.
But you don't. Yes, I like you. It’s
because you are pretty, I suppose;
or because you’ve got a good voice.
There, you needn’t blush. You'll hear
plenty of compliments, and some of
'em from somebody else besides an
old woman. Are you engaged?”
She rapped out the question like a
shot from a gun, hut Lucille met her
keen glance with a frank, open
smile.
“To he married? No, Lady Farn
i ley.”
IOWA COUNTY DEMOCRAT. MINERAL POINT, WIS., THURSDAY, MAY, 13, 1909.
“Quite right. I’m glad of it,” re
torted her ladyship. “Plenty of time.
I was afraid you might have entang
led yourself at that school before
you came into Darracourt. Humph!
It won't be long before the swains
come around to you. You be careful,
my dear.”
“I will,” said uLcille, laughingly.
“You are a match for me, my dear,
and I admit it, well, you need to be
cool and have your head set on
straight. A young girl like you to be
the Lady of Dairacourt! You must
come and see me at the Grange, and
scon, mind. Don’t wait until you
think it proper to call, but soon. I'm
going now. If I send my carriage on
to the park gates, will you walk with
me that far?” she asked.
Lucille, for reply, ran and fetched
her hat.
“Humph! That’s sensible. I
thought you'd keep me half an hour,
while you put on all your fallals.”
“I haven’t any to put on,” said Lu
cille.
The two passed out and followed the
carriage, Lady Farnley talking, Lu
cille listening, and rejoining occa
sionally. The old lady told her a
great deal about her neighbors, and,
in turn, warned her against them all.
Presently they came to the little
clearing in which Harry Herne's cot
tage stood.
Lucille glanced at it sideways,
as they were passing it, when there
strode almost across their path
Harry Herne himself. He was walk
ing slowly, with his head upon his
breast, a fishing rod in hand, and did
not see them.
At sight of him Lady Farnley
started slightly and turned pale un
her her rouge.
“W r ho is that?” she demanded
sharply.
“That is—Harry Herne.”
Perhaps he heard her, low as she
had spoken, for he stopped short
and looked back.
He stood for a moment as if uncer
tain whether to greet them, then
raised his hat and was going on with
his slight limp, when Lady Farnley
called to him.
He turned and came toward them,
and Lucille saw the old lady’s fierce
expression soften into a strange kind
ness.
“So you are here still, are you,
sir?”
. “Yes, my lady,” he replied.
“Humph! They told me you were
going to leave the country. What are
you doing here?”
“I am Miss Darracourt’s s r rvant, my
lady,” he replied, gravely, just rais
ing his hat towards Lucille.
“Miss Darracourt’s servant!
Humph! she might have a better!”
“And she might have a worse,” be
said.
“I’m not sure of that.” she snap
ped, but she smiled as she spoke, and
her eyes dwelt on his face indulg
ently. “I suppose I ought to tell
her that you are an idle, ne’er-do-well.
Harry Herne, eh?”
“It would be quite superfluous, my
lady; there are so many to tell her
that.”
“And you still keep him. my dear?”
“I am accustomed to judge for my
self, Lady Farnley,” she said, coldly,
almost haughtily.”
“Well, well, my dear, you are your
own mistress. I dare sav he’ll be use
ful.”
‘Have you any commands lor one
my lady?” he said.
“Eh? Oh, no; you can go, sir; 1
see you are anxious to be gone,’" but
as he turned she called to him again.
“What’s the matter. Harry? What
are you limping for?” He turned
back with a slight flush on his tan
ned cheek, and his color showed the
faim trace of the whip weal, which
had not entirely disappeared. “And
what’s that on your face?” she added,
with something like concern. “Come
here, Harry!”
He came closer, his eyes down
cast.
“Yes; there's a mark right across
your face, and a cut on your temples.
You have been fighting, sir!” and
she held up her finger and shook it
at him.
“No. I have nor." he said. “1 met
with an accident out driving. A
mere nothing. Good-morning, my
lady,” and he raised his hat and
limped quietly away; but as he went
his eyes sought Lucille’s imploring
ly and earnestly.
Lady Farnley turned to her sharp
ly-
“ He's been fighting! That was a
story, of course!”
“Indted, it was not!” exclaimed Lu
cille. “It was an accident. The
ponies ran away with me, and —and
we should have been killed, but he —
Harry Herne —threw himself upon
them and stopped them. He saved
our lives! It was splendid! If he had
not been there, one or both, of us
must have been dashed to pieces I
think!”
“One of us! There were two of
you, then? That girl with you! I
could have spared her!”
“Oh, Lady aFrnleyl It was not
Miss Verner —it was the Marquis of
Merle!”
Lady Farnley turned towards her
with a sudden start.
“The Marquis of Merle with you!
and Harry r Herne saved him!” she
said, with a strange inflection. “And
—and what did he say? Did —did he
thank him?”
“Yes,” said Lucille, her eyes flash
ing; “in a way peculiar to mar
quises. perhaps. He struck him across
the face with his whip, and the mark
you saw was the result.”
The old lady stopped, and with
her face white as death, save for the
the rouge spots, grasped Lucille's
arms.
“What!” she gasped. “Struck him
—with a whip!— the marquis struck
Harry Herne!’’
“Yes.” said Luc|lle, compressing
her lips; “ he struck him —for no
cause, unless for saving his life!”
“The—the coward!” She trembled
like a leaf, and Lucille took her arm
and drew it within her own*
“Thank you. my dear, thank you.
I am an old woman, and easily up
set. Struck him! Oh. Heaven;
there will be blood spilt! I know it—
I know it! To strike him! Well, well
—what happened? Quick, my dear!”
“Nothing,” said Lucille, with
strange quietude. “Harry Herne —
he might easily have killed him with
a single blow! —bore it like a man!”
“A man! A gentleman!” ex
claimed the old lady. “I see it all.
You were there, and he wouldn’t quar
rel before you. Ob!” and she drew a
long breath.
Then she turned swiftly, imploring
ly, to Lucille.
Then she turned swiftly, imploring
ly, to Lucille.
“My dear, mischief will come of
this. It will; I know it. But you
must prevent it. Do you hear?” she
insisted, anxiously. “You must send
him away—”
Lucille’s brows came down.
“Why should I send him away?”
she said, her eyes glowing with
hauteur, as it seemed. “He has been
here all his life —long before I came.
He loves this place, with better
cause than I have. He prayed to me
to let him remain. He saved my life,
bore insult for my sake, and, to re
ward him, I must —send him away!”
“Well, well, well!” she muttered.
“You won't, I see. Oh, you have all
the Darracourt spirit, my dear! Well,
I can’t help it. Harm will come of it.
You don’t know—”
"What is it Ido not know? Why
are these two men such enemies?
And what is this Harry Herne? Will
you tell me?”
“No, I cannot tell you,” she said.
“It is not for me. It is not for you
to know, either. Let it rest my dear.
I —l made too much of it, 1 dare
say! There! Here's the carriage!”
and she got up with an air of re
lief. “Help me in, my dear; I’m
shaken all to bits, and I thought no
thing would move me any more, but
I didn’t calculate on this.”
“You will not tell me?” said Lu
cille.
"No, no! Don’t ask me,” she mut
tered: “and"—catching Lucille’s arm
as she stood back —“and don’t ask
anyone else to tell you. Do you bear?
Bea good girl now, and humor an old
woman who likes you already and
will be fond of you, if you will let
her,” she was almost whimpering.
“Let the thing rest. Oh, dear! Tell
them to drive on. Wait! Promise me.
my dear —it’s for your own good—
promise me you won’t inquire; now
there’s a good girl. Don’t scowl at me
like that.”
“I did not mean to scowl. Very
well. I will promise—for the present.
But I may ask you to release me from
that promise. Lady Farnley.”
"That I never win:” said the old
lady, swiftly; and with these words
the carriage moved away.
To be continued.
Children Cry
FOR FLETCHER'S
OA3T O R I A
L'PHAM HAS NOT REFUSED.
Rumcr That He Had Turned Govern
ment Job Denied.
Marshfield, Wis., May 11.—Ex-Gov.
\V. H. Upham ot this city yesterday
emphatically denied the report that he
had refused T he appointment as min
ister to Mexico, as he known nothing
of it.
'■Nothing has been tendered to me,
so very obviously 1 have refused
nothing,” said Mr. Upham yesterday.
"1 want it so understood, as it is
rather embarrassing for me to have
such a report out.”
When told his reason for declining
.he ambassadorship was that he
feared the high altitude of Mexico
City would be injurious to his health,
he only smiles as if it were a big joke.
He was then asked what the pros
pects of his receiving an ambassador
ship were and he said; ‘‘l do not know
a thing about it. I am, however,
somewhat inclined to remain here
with my dog and saddle.”
Dr. Miles’ Anti-Pair. Pills relieve rain.
To Assist in Land Cases.
Washington May 11. —Robert Stone
of Topeka, Kansas, ha sheen appoint
ed attorney in the office of the attor
ney general. He will assist in the
preparation of land fraud cases.
For headache Dr. Miles’ Anti-Pain Pill
Headache
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“I keep Dr. Miles' Anti-Pain
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would not think of taking a
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and I coaxed her to try them
and they helped her so much,
she now keeps them by her all
the time. From my own exper
ience I cannot praise them
enough.”
MRS. LOU M. CHURCHILL,
63 High st., Penacook, N. H.
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Get a package from your drug
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he will return your money.
CHARLES C. PEARCE
US ORATORICAL
CARRIES OFF HONORS IN AN
NUAL INTERSTATE FORENSIC
EVENT.
HIS "INGLORIOUS PEACE" AWARD
ED FIRST PLACE AGAINST
SEVEN CONTESTANTS.
Charles C. Pearce, a senior in the
University of Wisconsin, won first
place in the northern oratorical league
contest, at Ui tana, 111.. Friday even
ing. Mr. Pearce is the only son of
Dr. and Mrs. \V. J. Pearce of Dodge
ville, Wisconsin. He is also a mem
ber of the Athenaean literary society,
the oldest, and one of the strongest
literary societies in the university. He
is only twenty years of age, but in
spite of this fact has been very prom
inent in aT of the forsenic events
held at the varsity since his entrance
in 1905.
The northern oratorical league is
composed of eight large schools, the
Universities of Chicago, Minnesota.
Illinois, lowa. Michigan, Northwestern.
Oberiin, Ohio, and Wisconsin. Con
tests are in turn held annually at one
of these schools. The speakers repre-
Charles C. Pearce.
sentlug these schools later enter into
the industrial, social and political ac
tivities of the country, and history
shows that in every case these men
have been leaders.
Wisconsin has won but twice before.
Robert M. I.a FolleUe, now United
States senator, won in 1879 with his
oration entitled “lago.” The second
victory was due to Max Loeb in the
1905 contest.
Wisconsin’s representative this year
is a man of marked abilities. He
was justified in representing Wiscon
sin, and proof of this is shown by his
past record, including that of the first
place just awarded him with his ora
tion “Inglorious Peace.” After com
ing to the university, and after win
ning the state interscholascic contest
for high schools in 1905, he entered
the varsity, became a member of
Athena, winning in the same year the
freshman declamatory contest. Later
he won the junior exhibition orator
ical contest, was on the freshman
blowout and sophomore semi-publio
debating teams. Then he carried off
first place in the Phi Alpha Tau cup
contests given by the oratorical fra
ternity. In recognition of this work,
Mr. Pearce was made a member of
the Phi Alpha Tau and Sigma Rho
fraternities. In his senior year he
won out in all of the preliminaries.
Due to this fact he represented the
university.
Mr. Pearce has a strong personality
and takes a comprehensive view of
things. He possesses a logical tem
perament of mind, is forceful in his
expression and polished in his deliv
ery.
In opening his oration on Inglorious
Peace, the speaker treated of the pres
ent conditions with regard to the
tariff. The idea forwarded was that
all are in favor of tariff reduction and
revision. Reform in general has but
few self-confessed enemies. But. he
added, that if a practical proposition
involving a change in existing condi
tions is put before us. which will in
any way interfere with our own in-
we cry;
“No: No! Don’t disturb prosperity
peace, let us have peace!”
With this preliminary discussion of
the situation regarding the tariff, to
day, Mr. Pearce then followed out the
same idea with respect to the spirit of
selfish individualism which pervaded
our political, industrial, and social
life. Referring to politics, he thought
that unless we destroy’ the group im
munity which exists, then our ideals
of initiative, referendum, primary elec
tion and all that is for the public wel
fare will be shattered. In industry
while some of the greatest fortunes
have accumulated in steel, the labor
producing steel lives in abject degra
dation. Similar conditions, he said,
exist in other industrial lines. In
fields more distinctly social the same
lawlessness, individual greed and
shameless disregard for laws was
pointed out. The speaker attacked no
group, neither did he predict calamity;
because none of us is free from cen
sure, and the signs of the time are
most hopeful. Without pleading for
any great addition to our legal code,
but rather a uniform enforcement, he
said that after crystallizing our nation
al conscience into a concrete program
of righteous law’s, we need laws in
which “the rules of the game w ill
he upheld.
In conclusion Mr. Pearce said:
“Peace, yes, let us have peace. Not
the inglorious peace which is pre
served by and for corrupt politics, in-
iquitions business methods and social
injustices. That peace we have had
too long. No longer deluded by that
cry will we permit our natural re
sources to be wasted, our immigrants
to be exploited, our courts to be cor
rupted. and our laws to be disregard
ed. 1 say that the day for this peace
is past. Let such inglorious peace be
shattered by the shock of a moral
warfare: a war with ideas, arguments
and ballots as the weapons; a war
with politics, industry and social life
as the battlegrounds: a war whose
slogan is “public weal;” a war that
will keep the peace.
POLITICAL.
The Houston Post (deni.) takes
exception to the way in which ex
l Governor Glenn of North Carolina
criticised the Texas legislature while
visiting in tha state. "It is true,”
it says, “that Glenn got his cue
from the governor of Texas, but that
was no reason why he should have
violated that sense of propriety and
decorum which his presence in the
state as a visitor imposed upon him:
nor was it a reason why he should
have accepted the generalities flung
out by the governor in a fit of an
ger as facts warranting him in as
persing our legislature.”
Of the measures passed at the
recent session of the Nebraska legis
lature the State Journal (rep.) says:
‘‘The most prominent of these is the
deposit guarantee law, whose value
we probably must await another
panic to disclose. The laws for the
physical valuation of public service
corporations and public supervision
of their capitalization cannot fail to
be valuable if they have been drawn
in good faith. The Oregon method
of electing senators aims at what
we have all been wanting, direct
election of senators and the separa
tion of legislative from natural pol
itics'.”
“Substantial progress was made
aitle Post-Intelligencer (rep.), of the
legislature recently adjourned. “in
the domain of morals, the local op
tion law, and tin' anti-race track
gambling law are of first concern.
Perhaps these laws are not alto
gether what their promoters wished.
But always, in making laws, as in
all other spheres of human activity,
there must be concessions and com
p;omises; even n cases where men
men are agreed on principle, they
may wish to apply the principles in
totally different ways, and, hence, if
any progress is made each must
concede something to the other.”
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ROOSEVELT GETS RHINO.
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by Colonel Roosevelt.
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yesterday that the luck of the Roose
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rhinoceros, have been bagged on the
last expedition.
The rhinoceros was charging Mr.
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distance was fourteen paces, and the
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The naturalists of the party are
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which Mr. Roosevelt and his son. Ker
mit are bringing in daily. Forty-five
skins already have been prepared for
the Smithsonian institute at Wash
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DEATH COMES TO
AUTHOR Of SI, ELMO
AUGUSTA EVANS WILSON, WELL
KNOWN NOVELIST PASSES
AWAY.
POPULAR WRITER FOR FORMER
GENERATION BEGAN WORK
AT 14 YEARS.
Mobile, Ala., May 11. —Augusta
Evans Wilson, author of “St. Elmo”
and nirun other novels, popular a
generation ago. and still widely read
in the south, died at her home in this
city as the result of an attack of heart
failure. She was born in 1535 in Co
lumbus, Ga. She was the daughter of
Matt Ryan and Sarah Howard Evans,
one of the oldest families in the south.
While a child she removed with her
parents to Texas .then a frontier state.
Soon after the Mexican war, her peo
ple located in Mobile. \’a. K was
there that, in 180S. she married Col
onel L. M. Wilson. The marriage
wa s a very happy one. and. although
they had no children. the\ were known
among their friends as the “Uner
couple” until Colonel Wilson’s death
in October. 1801.
Because of the unsettled conditions
in Texas and later by reason of poor
health th<> girl never spent much
time in schools. Practically all her
education was obtained through in
struction by her mother.
First Novel at 14 Years.
At the age of 14. Miss Evans fust
conceived the idea of writing a novel.
Site planned il as a Christmas present
to her father, and in order to com
plete it wi.hout letting anyone know
of her secret, she did most of the
work in the night when her parents
believed she was in bed.
It was in 1855 that her first novel.
'•lnez, a Tale of the Alaanio," ap
peared. It met with only moderate
success. Her second novel "Beulah,”
published four years later won in
stant appreciation and she soon be
came recognized as one of iho lead
ing writers of the romatic and in
tensely emotional school.
When the civil war broke out, her
loyalty to the southern cause left her
little time for writing. She spent
much time in the camps of the south
ern army, sewing for the soldiers and
nursing the wounded.
In 18C4 she found time to complete
“Macaria,” which she sent to a
Charleston, S. C.. publisher, who
copyrighted it under the laws of the
“Confederate States of America,."
The hook was published on coarse
brown paper, all that the printer
could obtain, and soon after ii left the
press the entire edition was confis
cated by a federal officer. A block
ade runner, however, smuggled one
copy through to Havana. Cuba, whence
it later was taken to New York City
and published. The hook met with
heavy sales immediately.
Many Books Popular.
"St. Elmo,” the most popular, most
crilicsed and most widely read of Mrs.
Wilson’s books, appeared in 180(1. and
it is still one of the “six best sellers”
in the south. "Vashti” and "Infelice”
followed quickly and in 1887. .Mrs. Wil
son published “At the Mercy of Ti
berius,” a strong argument against
circumstantial evidence as a means of
conviction.
“A Speckled Bird” was published,
and her last hook, “Devota,’ appeared
about a year ago.
Mrs. Wilson never wrote for maga
zine's or newspapers, although fre
quently invited to do so, and it was
not until late in life that she consented
to (he publication of any of her hooks
in the so-called "cheap editions.”
She is said to have received $25,000
for the privilege of publishing “St.
Elmo” as a “paper back.”