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>1 > Qan-qUa P At^r^jl W'<fli f\^:l |[ 4 QiJESMANP fi l| V — gua j LOVE THE CONQUEROR] Ira la' i.l I I CHARLES GARVICE | | B B B | Continued. “1 have had uiy lunch,’ replied the girl, ‘and 1 will not go far, mamma; it is too beautiful a day to stop in doors.” ‘‘Well, 1 don’t know what you want to go out again so soon lor; but if you must, you must, 1 suppose. Cos not leave the grounds.” “Very well, mamma,” returned the gill dutifully, and away she tripped. At that part of the carriage drive, where the footpaths branch on either side—-one to the village of lieavi thorue and one to the park—she hes itated. “Which way shall 1 go?’ she asked herself. “Oh, 1 forgot, 1 mustn’t leave the grounds, i'oor mamma, she will never remember that 1 am no longer a child! Well at least her mandate has saved me the trouble of deciding. So the park is decreed,” and with a happy smile she turned to the right. Very beautiful was the park, with King Frost's diamonds sparkling la in hedge and tree, and his white er mine robe spread on the wide-stretch ing meadows. “Oh, lovely,” murmured the girl, with all a woman’s love for nature. “Lovely; it’s like some grand carving in marble!” Ah! the word brought to her re membrance that sea nymph with its strange resemblance. A llusb mounted to her face which heightened her beauty, and she went along mure thoughtfully than before. The end of the park was reached. She had walked fast, was a little out of breath, and to rest herself leaned her elbows on the broken gate, and, resting her well-poised head upon her hands, looked long and dreamily at the ruined house. Suddenly a step upon the frosty path beside her awoke her from her reverie. She started, turned quickly around and stared, yes, positively stared. There before her was the face which she knew so well, though she had seen it but once, and then only for a moment. The gentleman raised his hat wi ha graceful reverence that was well bred, though it had nothing of the supercil ious composure of the fashionable salutation and said, in a low, clear ami subtly sweet voice: “Madam, 1 pray your pardon. I fear 1 have frightened you.” Stella Hushed, lowered her eyes from his face, and answered, slowly: “N —o, at least not much; I did not know anyone was so near.” “Nor I.” returned the stranger, “un til a few minutes since. 1 confess that when I saw you I did not like to move for fear of startling you.” Stella Inclined her head again. The stranger, whose eyes seemed as much drawn .o hers as hers to h’.s, raised his hat and passed on. Sudden ly he turned again. “Can you tell me to whom this place belongs?” As he had not indicated either the path or the hill, Stella answered for both, still slowly and with a strange sort of embarrassment that strove in vain to conceal itself. “This is the Vale Park and belongs to Mrs. Newton.” The stranger bowed. “And this old house is called the Hut, though its proper name is Heavi thorne.” : ti The stranger inclined his head again. There was in his look, in his voice, in his very attitude, so visible a re spoct and reverence for her sex and herself in particular that Miss Newton was not affronted when he continued the conversation. "It is an old place as you say. in ruins. Do you know why its owner does not keep it in repair?" Stella shook her head. "Xo one knows the owner, or where he is to he found. Poor old place, it is nearly to the ground.” "You admire it. ma’am?” he asked, raising one hand —it was ungloved and Pink with the cold, though Stella could see that it was of a:ood shape and white from something less than ten degrees of frost. ‘ Yes,’ she said with a sigh, "and Pity it is. Perhaps you would like to go over it; the lodgekeeper has the key.” li ' smiled with pleasant sadness, and glanced at the broken casements. "A key is scarcely necessary,” he said, and I will venture to make an entry without It. I s there anything particularly worthy of notice in the Interior, may I ask?” “There are some very fine old carr I# f* BAKSMG f ; V POWDER COMPLIES WITH ALL PURE FOOD LAWS Makes the Baking Sweeter, Lighter Always works ri^ht NO FAILURES Costs YOU Less INO TRUST PRICES 25 Ounces for 25 Cents BEST AT ANY PRICE or your money back ings, and the remains of some stained windows,’ replied Stella, raising her eyes again and marveling at the co incidence which had brought the passer-by in Hyde Park corner to the Vale. The strange smile which had al ready lit up the handsome face more than once came upon it again. “Then,” he said, “as I confess to a taste for such antiquities, I think I will make a visit of inspection. Ma dam, 1 thank you for your courteous kindness.” He raised his hat, placed one hand upon the dilapidated fence, and vault ed on the weed-grown lawn. Arrived there he looked back with almost a boyish smile so arch, and naive was it, and, seeing Stella still looking at him, though she had turned as if about to depart, he returned to her and said: “Do not think me imperatively in trusive, madam; I have the owner’s permission to enter here —and, in fact, do with it as I please.” “The owner’s,” said Stella, startled with surprise. “Surely,” retorted the stranger, with a playful smile, “I am he.” . “You—” She could get no farther, and stood as if turned to stone, looking at him with a heightened color and an aston ished light in her deep eyes. “Yes, madam, I,” he returned, laying his hand upon his breast and bowing with knightly courtesy and gravity', “I. Ivouis Felton, madam,” and there was an intense ring in the sweet voice. “Both house and owner are at your service.” Stella was too startled to utter a word. He might have thought her rude, uncourteons, uncivilized; she could not help it. The power of speech, of everything save bewilderment and confused emo tion, had left her. She turned without a word and walked hurriedly away. CHAPTER VI. Spirit of Christmas. ft is Christmas eve. All Ixmdon was alight and busy. The toy shops, the butcher’s shops, the poulterers’ shops, ay, all the shops were doing a roaring business, for Saint Gift’s day is close at hand. I T p in Sir Richard’s luxurious counting-house alone there seemed no excitement, no bustle. The green lamp was burning on as if it never needed replenishing and was prepared to burn on forever. Sir Richard was writing with calm speed, the clock was ticking with its wonted regularity. To him Christmas was but a sus pension of money-making, a sad and unnecessary waste of time. Now he was writing quickly, be cause the troublesome day was draw ing near and there was still work to be done. At last the letter was written and he rang the bell. "My hat and coat.” His valet brought him his hat and coat and waited for further orders. ’ls everything ready at Heavi thorne?” ‘‘Everything, sir,” replied the man. “Then we will go down tonight, as arranged. Tell me what time tne train starts.” The valet gleaned the information from a Bradshaw and communicated it. “A quarter past eight, sir." "And it is now six. Be ready at] eight,” The man bowed his head. Sir Richard looked around his room to see that he had not forgotten any-1 thing, and went out, locking the door! after him. It was a cold night and a dark one. | The square seemed empty, and Sir Richard drew his coat around him ana j buttoned an extra button as he strode| down the steps of his mansion. It was not quite empty, for as he j strode along, his face thoughtful, close and lowered, a figure came from out of the darkness and caught his arm. Sir Richard turned, angrily. It was a woman.’thinly clad and shivering with the cold. Sb ' turned her pale face imploring b up o him. and with her disengaged hand forced a shrinking, shivering little child upon him. "Richard! oh, Richard; how can you be so cruel?” Faint, woefully faint was the voice: it came from the depths of a broken heart. IOWA COUNTY DEMOCRAT. MINERAL POINT, WIS., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 25. 1909. Sir Richard started, whitened in the sickly gaslight and drew his arm away from the grasp of the emaciated hand, wdth an imprecation. “Lucy!” he said, with involuntary dismay and horror. “Ay, Lucy, your once loved Lucy. Richard, look at me and think what I was once till I loved you, Richard. I have, sought you for years; I am starving, dying. Do not frown so cruelly; I did not say you knew it; I knew my letter never reached you, that the servants would not deliver it. I knew that you thought me dead ; or you would never have neglected your poor Lucy. Oh, no, Richard, you would not, you were too kind hearted for that. Richard look!” And with a faint effort she caught the child up—a fine beautiful little fellow —and held it before him. “See, Richard,’’ she continued; “he is your own! Take him and love him; I want nothing; I am too weak, too ill, too poor to take care of him. Do not think of me, but save him! Richard I plead not for myself, but my child!” Oh! spirit of Christmas, wherever, you are, stop a while in your flight and touch the Man’s heart! She pleads not for herself, but for her child—her child, ay his child! Let her words strike home, kind spirit, and melt his hard, wicked heart! Alas! no kind spirit could stop on such a fruitless errand. Sir Richard turned his head aside, pushed thd Child away, and in a harsh hoarse voice, said: “There must be some mistake. I do not know you my good womatl. Take the child away^—stay* there is a triflle.” And with a cold, fbltCHhg, cruel hand, he dropped a sovereign to the pavement. “Richard!’’ cried the woman, with horror-stricken agony. “Do you not know me? It is Lucy, whom you loved —whom you wTonged!” At these last two words her voice rang tragical intense. They touched the man, for they frightened him. “Go, my good woman; I do no* know you; there is some mistake, 1 say. Leave go my arm. Quick!” Then, as he heard a carriage en tering the square, he flung her off, and hurried, like the fiend and cow r ard that he was, away. The woman fell. She was too weak to walk —to bear such violence. The child was thrown from her arms into the frosty road, and lay there for a moment, crying piteously. With a groan the mother rose, a if with pain, took the child in her arms again, and staggered weakly across the road. The distance was short, but Tt was too fur. Her slight, fair hands clutched the lion railings and she sank upon the pavement. The child, moaning fretfully, clung to her scanty dress and called upon her came. Wearied at last by her silence, the poor little fellow sank down beside her and nestled, shivering, against her bosom. Half an hour passed. Carriages rattled through the square, people tramped along the frosty pavement but the spot where the mother and child was lying so quiet and dark, and no one saw. or noticed them. Presently there came from around the corner of Oxford street, a queer, ill-shapen little man. a deformed, diminutive little creature —a hunch back. The hunchback was more grotesque even than his fellow sufferers were, with a large head, a pair of pror nem gray eyes, and a shock of griz zled hair. As he came around the corner at a sharp trot, his long arms swinging like a monkey’s, he pressed his bat tered hat more firmly on his fore head, and, striking his arms across his chest to increase their warmtn, said to himself, with a gruff chuckle: ‘Til take a little quiet, I think Ah, to think of the money as is be ing spent tonight, in gas for afi then, big shops. I never s a such heaps ot toys and meat an' feasting stuff. Ah; think o’ the grubbery as will be go ing on tomorrow; the plum-puddens and the port and sherry wines! Ah, well, the more the better, says 010 Sam; and if he’d got chick or chilli, kith or kin, to jine him in a feed, he’dgo in for cummut lively him self,- ’ and he plhnged one hand into his pocket and dragged out a hand ful of coppers, with a piece of silver or two glit ering among them. After inspecting these with a whis tle of satisfaction he trudged on again, shaking his head and mutter ing: “No; I’ll keep ’em. What shf/ila I do with a plum-pudden and a bunch o’ colored crackers? I’ll keep ’em for somebody as ’as a sight o’ chil dren and wants a pudden bad. Then, with another ram of the hat, which was already quite far enough on his gnarled forehead, the little misshapen old fellow hurried on. As he entered Grosvenor Square two young: fellows anticipating to morrow's revelry, rolled past him. stopped, and staggering dangerously with attempt called back at him: “Heiic, old crooked shanks, where’s Judy?” “Ha,” grinned he dwarf, "that’s it, mind you be thankful for your own pretty shape, you young dog. and don’t go reviling your natural brotfi ers.” This was to himself, and with ap parent animation, but h? shrank nev ertheless from the rude cruelty ana crossed the road. leaving the lighted pavement to fhose who were proper ly made and shaped. “The dark is good enough, almost too good, for me.” he muttered, and he trudged along quickly and cheerily ss ever. Suddenly he stumbled over some th’ng. and was precipitated with a jerk cn his head. ‘ Hello!” he cried, packing rm nm ha- ard rubbing its napless surface with anxiety. n Who’s that lying there f * * " ~ ~ Nr" ' A child answered him with- a plaintive wail. “Mother!” “Whew! whistled the old man. “A kid. Wonder which of us is killed, me or him? Here, little un. hold up your head. Hello! —why, missis—an: The woman’s—yes—dead!’’ He took her head tenderly and turned it to the light. The face, pinched and thin, but calm and peace ful now, stared up at him cold and dead. The old man stared aghast for a moment, then he took off his hat and wiped the perspiration from his fore head and the tear which would come from his eye. He looked around anxiously and called for help. For a wonder, a policeman was at hand. With measured tread the guardian of the night crossed the road. “Hello! Tipsy!” “No, dead!’’ replied the huncTiback, almost indignantly. "And a child, too,” said the police man, with businesslike alacrity. “I must have a stretcher. Hold on there a bit, will you? The station’s only around the corner; I’ll fetch another man and the stretcher directly.” The dwarf motioned in acquiescence and the policeman ran for assistance. He returned presently with another constable and the stretcher. In silence they lifted the dead wo man on it, the child clinging to her and calling her by the only name he knew: “Mother, mother!” 'What’s to be done with the child?” asked the dwarf, huskily, as he stroked the little curly head pitifully. “Work’us,” replied the policeman, carelessly. “No!” said the dwarf, reluctantly. “Poor little chap, it’s hard lines for him. Don’t cry, my little fellow. Mammy’s all right; she’s —she’s asleep.” But the child would not be pacified, and the policeman had to drag its tiny hand away from the flimsy skirt. The action, though done as gently as was possible, touched the old man. “Here,” he said suddenly, “I’ll take care of the little ’un. I’ve got no chick or child of my own and I’ll take the little ’un.” “Very well,” said the policeman. “But you must come to the station and give your name and address to the inspector.” “All right,” said the dwarf, picking up the child and wrapping him within the bosom of his coat. “Come along. I'm ready; old Sam Growls ain’t ashamed of his name. Don’t cry, lit tle ’un; anything better than the work house. Don’t cry, little ’un, mother s better off now than she’s been or a pretty long time, and old Sam will take care o’ you.” And so, pressing the poor little fel low to his breast, he trudged on af ter the policeman and their silent burden. CHAPTER VII. Stella’s Story. At Christmas play and make good cheer. For Christmas comes but once a year, Christmas day! What a host of memories, what varied emotions these -words call up. This day of all others is kept in all the four quarters of the globe. Chris tendom, though so fearfully divided, is one that day, and unites in the incense rising from myriads of plum puddings and the millions of happy, careless hearts. Lord Mayor’s day— long cherished though thou are —thou mayst fade if thou wilt; May Day, thou art already on thy last legs; even once potent Guy Fawkes’ Day may be forgot; but as for thee, monarch of great days, oh, king, life forever! All the guests w r ere assembled at the Vale. There w'ere the Cummings, the poor relations, the tottering old gentleman whom Mrs. NewTon most disliked and snubbed. The Vale was hospitable to its con nections, and they were here gathered around the Christmas fire in the draw ing room, waiting for the Christmas dinner. Outside, on the drive, were many confused footmarks, impressions of the feet ot humble and . enthusiastic retainers, who had come up early in the morning to sing a Christmas carol. They did it in kind-hearted Daniel Newton's time they did it now in his widow’s; but not for any love of her — oh, no, their grateful voices were all for beautiful Miss Stella, and their eyes, one and all were directed to her window. Bless her kind heart. The poor knew her in their distress and help lessness, and the children by the wray side loved her smile and sprang with in its magic circle. Stella was there, standing amid her distant cousins and shining like a star amid the worshiping little group. Stella was always the beauty of the family. Her gentle nature and kind, sensitive heart had made her what is far better, the goddess, the best loved. “How cold it is!” croaked the old gentleman from the corner; “I think Christmas gets colder every year. It usen’t to be so very biting as it is toda-'’, I’m sure.” Cousin Stella laid her little white hand sympathetically upon his shoul ded, and the old man looked up with a grateful smile. “Colder? Nonsense!” replied Mrs. Newton, shrewishly, and before any one else could make answer. “You forget your blood h3s grown thinner and your limbs older since you were a boy.” "Perhaps so, Martha,'; sighed the old man. "Besides, the idea of your being cold with such a fire as this. It’s ridic ulous.” An uncomfortable silence fell upon the little group, which Stella broke by poking the magnificent fire violently. "Well, mamma, it is not such a very fine one after all,” she said wi h a gentle laugh. “We will have a Christ, mas log, shall we, cousin?” and as the old man looked up and chuckled in gratitude for her attempts at a di version, she rang the bell for c- log. r nd with her own fair hands and eyes superintended its elevation to the top of the burning coals. Then rose the splinters and sparks. Mrs. Newton stalked off to spend half an hour in icily badgering the foot men and butler, and the cousins fell to talking and laughing as if a ghost or a damp blanket had stalked off or been removed from their shoulders. To be continued. BJORNSON NEAR DEATH. Norwegian Writer's Condition Is Grave, Son Summoned. Paris, Nov. 20. —The condition oi Bjornstjerne Bjornson, the Norwegian writer, is grave. H e has been unable to receive the treatment for arteric sclerosis for which he come to Paris. His son was summoned to the bedside yesterday. Daily bulletins describing the author's condition are transmitted to the kings of Denmark and Norway. Accompanied by members of his fam ily, Bjornson arrived here on Novem ber 11 to undertake a course of treat ment which it was hoped would at least prolong his life. Alphonse Vergonjeanne. the young Frenchman who arrived at San Fran cisco on a steamer from Yokahama as a stowaway and asserted that he was traveling around the world on a wa ger, will be deported by the immigra tion authorities. B TRIAL FOR COAL COMPANY St. Paul, Nov. 20. —Judge Sanborn of the federal court of appeals yester day ordered anew trial of ta gov ernment's case against the Union Pa cific Coal company, the Union Pacific railway, the Oregon Short Line raii way, J. M. Moore and Everett Buck ingham charging them with forming an unlawful combination. The complainant, a Ss.it Lase coa: dealer, charged that the coal company refused to sell him coal, and the rail ways refused to haul him coal be cause he sold lower than his com petitors. Judge Sanborn holds there was no substantial evidence of any such a combination. The lower court found the defend ants guilty of a violation of the Sher man law and imposed a fine of sl,o(.Mi and costs on Moore and $3,000 and costs on the other defendants. CASTOR! A for Infants and Children. I tie Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of MINNESOTA CELEBRATES. Parade, Red Fire and Speeches in the Fleur Ctty. Minneapolis, Nov. 2i. —A great foot ball celebration occurred last evening, and it had been arranged for many days and it had no relation to yester days game with Michigan. The cele bration was for the winning of the western conference championship at Madison. The students paraded up Nicollet avenue as an escort to the team. At the Auditorium there were music and speeches. Red fire was burned along the route of the parade. A bonfire and war dance on the par ade closed the celebration. Children Cry FOR FLETCHER’S OA3T* O R I A LOUISIANA MOB LYNCHES NEGRO Vicksburg, Nov. 21. —After ho had shot and fatally wounded City Mar shal Walter Nichols and was shot by Nichols, James Estes, a negro, was hanged by a mob at Delhi, La., last night. Nichols attempted to arrest the negro on a minor charge, when he was shot. Estes was practically dying when lynched. Sketching in public places has now been prohibited by the London police. The police of Venice would do well to adopt the same rule. No Rest Day or Night “I would lay awake for hours without any apparent cause, or dream terrible dreams which would bring on extreme spells of nervousness. After taking Dr. Miles’ Nervine and Tonic for awhile I could sleep well, and the nervous spells have left me.” MISS ALMA HUG, R. R, No. 4, Canal Dover, Ohio. Without sleep the nervous system soon becomes a wreck, and the healthful activity of all the organs obstructed. 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It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. It cures Diarrhoea and Wind Colic. It relieves Teething' Troubles, cures Constipation and Flatulency. It. assimilates the Food, regulates the Stomach and Dowels, giving healthy and natural sleep. The Children’s Panacea—The Mother’s Friend, GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS The KM You Have Always Bought In Use For Over 30 Years. THE CENTAUR COMPANY. TT MURRAY STREET. NEW VORI\ CITY. NEW DEVELOPMENT IN ALLEN CASE * LOOKED FOR WHEN GRAND JURY MEETS IN LA CROSSE NEXT FRIDAY. The federal grand jury will recon vene at La Crosse on Friday and re sume consideration of the Mineral Point bank case. It is understood that the supplemental examination of (he books and accounts of the bank, which has been in progress since the jury adjourned two weeks ago Satur day, may result in others being in volved. Philip Allen, Jr., accused of wreck ing the bank, is still in the county jail. His attorney, Vroman Mason, has thus far been unable to secure the SSO 000 bail bonds required by the court, although he has made a deter mined effort to procure signers among Mr. Allen’s closest friends in Mineral Point. Receiver Schofield’s report on the failure of the First National bank ot Mineral Point has reached the treas ury department. Comptroller of the Currency Lawrence 0-* Murray fol lowed the usual custom of the depart ment and refused to make the details of the report public. The comptroller made up his mind some time ago that Allen had come nearer violating every statute in bis work of looting the hank than any other official of a failed bank in the history of the comptroller’s office. Ac cording to reports of the receiver, Mr. Allen has been guilty not only of the usual offenses against the national banking act, such as the falsification of records, but as shown in the re ceiver’s report to the comptroller, Allen committed forgery and larceny. STOCK MARKET MS TUMBLE SECURITIES UPSET BY DECI SION AFFECTING STANDARD OIL COMPANY. New York, Nov. 23. —After a fairly quiet opening of the stock market yesterday, there was a general out burst of liquidation due to further consideration of the decision in the federal courts against the Standard Oil company. Prices in many of the more active issues fell from 1 to 3 points under the flood of selling or ders. Notwithstanding the support of banking interests manifest at the market opening, prices fell steadily.; CUISEPPE LOTTI TELLS HOW HE ESCAPED FROM FATEFUL MINE Cherry, Nov. 20. —Guiseppe Lotti, a miner, relating the story of his escape from the burning mine, said: “Running to the air shaft Tsaw it was filled with smoke. From the air shaft two galleries extend in oppo site directions. They are circular, and meet again at the main shaft. Either one, I thought would take me to safety. I started through the one on the right, already feeling fumes in my lungs. Others were struggling frantically in the same direction, and I had gone half way through the gal lery when I found the door, used to regulate air currents, closed. It was arranged to swung toward me. f pulled and tugged, but it would not open, because three or four men had fallen .in front of it. I tried 4o pull them away. Other men came behind Amalgamated Copper fell off 3 points from Saturday's close while a heavy volume of selling orders In United States Steel common sent that stock off 2L>. Union Pacific went off 2V4 points. Utah Copper sold down to <U4, a decline of 3 points since Satur day. Smelters fell off 1 point from the close of Saturday while Chesa peake & Ohio sold off 2 points <o SG. There were fractional rallies at 11 o'clock. After a decline of 40 points in Standard Oil, the stock was quoted at 640 bid and 650 asked. There was a subsidence of liquida tion toward noon and with the cover ing of shorts and some investment do mand, prices rose generally about a point from the low figure. The market’s position was animated by Heading, which on heavy buying was I points above the close on Satur day, after (he first two hours of (lad ing today. GETS MILLION; WANTS PENSION. Gotham Officer Inheriting Fortune Has Eye on Small Stipend. New York. Nov. 23. —Although Pa trolman William Hurke been no tified that through the death of an uncle in Ireland he becomes heir to $1,(100 000, he will he in no hurry to lay aside his uniform. Burke, who has been a policeman twenty-one years, will continue to serve the city until his twenty-five years are up, when he will he entitled to a pension which, he says, he will enjoy more than a large check from his uncle's estate. DEATH OF COUSIN OF MRS. A. LINCOLN Kansas City, Mo., Nov. 23. —Mrs. Julia Orna Gaugh, who was a cousin of Abraham Lincoln’s wife and who, when she was a girl of 9 years, was kissed by the French general, Lafay ette, died at her daughter’s home at the age of 94 years. Mrs. Gaugh was a Miss McGowan and was born at Frankfort, Ky., In 1815. She was a cousin and a playmate of Mary Todd, afterward the wife of Lincoln. When Lafayette visited this conn try in 1824 a great parade was held in his honor at Lexington, Ky. The Mc- Gowan child was recognized by Henry Clay, who was a friend of her grand father, and was lifted into the car riage in which Clay sat with the fa mous French general. Aliss McGowan was married to Per cival Gaugh, an architect, in 1832 and they came to Kansas City in 1859. She is survived by one daughter and four sons. % INTERCOLLEGIATE. “Not that I love Smith less, but that I love Bryn Mawr,” said the jun ior, as he invited a Philadelphia girl to the prom.—Amherst Four Leaf Clover. Frugal North Briton (in his first ex perience of a taxi) —“H’ere, mon, stop' I hae a weak hear:. I canna stand that hang't wee machine o’ yours markin’ up tha.e tuppences.”—(Punch • me. some of them falling down. I saw that way was hopeless and start ed to return. Scores of miners were by then filling the gallery and choking the doorway, beyond any hope of Its being opened. “The weak ones who came last fell in a heap as the smoke grew intense. 1 would have fallen, but my brother, who had been near the air shaft led me through the other gallery in which the doors opened outward, we escaped to the hoisting shaft. I am sure they will find a hundred bodies piled up at that door.” Owing to the limited facilities for keeping the bodies, the unidentified wdthin 24 hours will be buried any way. . .Workmen were .digging graves last night in a tract northwest of town.