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CHAPTER V.-Contlnu y.
"Does that frighten you? rr you
so affected by the thought of blood?"
"Don't ask me. And I put the thing
under my pillow! I thought It was so
"Mrs. Watkins," Mr. Gryce from
that moment ignored the daughter,
"did you see it there?"
"Yes; but I didn't know where it
came from. I had not seen my daugh
tar stoop. I didn't know where she
got it till I read that bulletin."
"Never mind that. The question
agitating me is whether any stain was
left under that pillow."
'1 didn't see any stain, but you can
look for yourself. The bed has been
made up, but there was no change of
linen. We expected to remain here;
I see no good to be gained by hiding
any of the facts now."
"None whatever, madam."
"Come, then. Caroline, sit down
and stop crying. Mr. Gryce believes
that your only fault was in not taking
this object at once to the desk."
"Yes, that's all," acquiesced the de
tective after a short study of the shak
lag figure and distorted features of
the girl. "You had no idea, I'm sure,
where this weapon came from or for
what it had been used. That's evi
Her shudder, as she seated herself,
was very convincing She was too
young to simulate so successfully emo
tions of this character.
"I'm glad of that," she responded,
half fretfully, half gratefully, as Mr.
Gryce followed her mother into the
Ijeiningroom. "I've had a bad
enough fime of it without being
blamed for what I didn't know and
Mr. Gryce laid little stress upon
these words, but much upon the lack
of curiosity she showed in the mln
ute and careful examination he now
made of her room. There was no
stain on the pillow-cover and none on
the bureau-spread where she might
very naturally have laid the cutter
down on first coming into her room.
blade was so polished that it
hat ave been rubbed off some
yhere, either purposely or by acci
They returned to where the girl still
sat, wrapped in her cloak, sobbing
still, but not so violently.
"Will-will he tell?" she whispered.
The answer came quickly, but not
In the mother's tones. Mr. Gryce's
ears had lost none of their ancient
"I do not see that I should gain
much by doing so. The one discov
ery which would link this find of yours
Indissolubly with Miss Challoner's
death, I have failed to make. Do you
remember the exact spot where you
stooped, Miss Watkins?"
"No, no. Somewhere neat those big
chairs; I didn't have to step out of
my way; I really didn't"
Mr. Gryce's answering smile was a
study. It seemed to convey a two-fold
message, one for the mother and one
for the child, and both were comfort
ing. But he 'Went away, disappointed.
The clue which promised so much
was, to all appearance, a false one.
He could soon tell.
Mr, Oryce's fears were only too well
Sfounded. Though Mr. McElroy was
kid enough to point out the exact
spot where he saw Miss Watkins
stoop, no trace of blood was found up
on the rug which had lain there, nor
had anything of the kind been washed
up by the very careful man who
scrabbed the lobby floor in the early
morning. This was disappointing, as
its presence would have settled the
whole question. When, these efforts
all exhausted, the two detectives faced
each other again in the small room
given up to their use, Mr. Gryce
showed his discouragement 8weet
water watched him in some concern,
them with the persistence whlch was
one of his strong points. ventured
inally to remark:
"I have but one idea left on the sub
S"And what is thatr'
"The girl wore a red cloak. If I mi
take not, the lining was also red. A
spot on it might not show to the cas
ual observer. Yet it would mean
anch to us."
A faint blush rose to the old man's
"Shall I request the privilege of
looking that garment overT"
The young fellow ducked and left
the room. When he returned, it was
with a downcast air.
"Nothing doing," said he.
And then there was silence.
A knock at the door was followed
by the immediate entrance of Mr. Chal
loner, who had come in serch of the
tiaspector, and showed sonie surprise
to find his place occupied by an un
neos rold man.
Mr. Oryce motioned Sweetwat
im the eem. With a woeul lbok
the eems detetlv withdrew, hs lest
lemse at at the eamter tlCBgs . t
IdlSw - the tabs,
: ,I r . ( ; T -,' . : ' , : i u u z ,m f tdl h l in t - I f o f
lit . , , : }.k it up, Ih, .n laid it
\ ii . i1, \i] an air of see.ming
T'li ITlh.r' att enltion was caught.
'\VItt Is that?" he cried, advanc
ir:'tc . p an~d1 bestow\ing r noi% than
anI ,o,r iiary glance at the object thus
brou:I;ht (asually, as it were, to his
Mr. Grye,., observing the other's
emnotllon, aItioned him to a chair. As
his vi-itor sank into it, he remarked.
with all thei consideration exacted by
"It is unknown property, Mr. Chal
loner. But we have some reason to
think it belonged to your daughter."
"1 have seen it, or one like it. often
In her hand." Here his eyes suddenly
dilated and the hand stretched forth
to grasp it quickly drew back. "Where
-whetre was it found?" he hoarsely
demanded. "0 God! am I to be crushed
to the very earth by sorrow!"
Mr. Gryce hastened to give him
such relief as was consistent with
"It was picked up-last night-from
the lobby floor. There is seemingly
nothing to connect it with her death.
The pause was eloquent Mr. Chal
loner gave the detective an agonized
look and turned white to the lips.
Then gradually, as the silence contin
ued, his head fell forward, and he mut
tered almost unintelligibly:
"I honestly believe her the victim
of some heartless stranger. I do now;
but-but I cannot mislead the police.
At any cost I must retract a state
ment I made under false impressions
and with no desire to deceive. I said
that I knew all of the gentlemen who
admired her and aspired to her hand.
But it seems that I did not know her
secret heart as thoroughly as I had
supposed. Among her effects I have
just come upon a batch of letters
love letters I am forced to acknowl
edge--signed by initials totally strange
to me. The letters are manly in tone
-most of them-but one-"
"What about the one?"
"Shows that the writer was dis
pleased. It may mean nothing, but I
could not let the matter go without
setting myself right with the authori
ties. If it might be allowed to rest
here-if those letters can remain sa
cred, it would save me the additional
pang of seeing her Inmost concerns-
the secret and holiest recesses of a
woman's heart, laid open to the pub
lic. For, from the tenor of most of
these letters, she-she was not averse
to the writer."
Mr. Gryce moved a little restlessly
In his chair and stared hard at the cut
ter so conveniently placed under his
eye. Then his manner softened and
"We will do what we can. But you
must understand that the matter is
not a simple one. That, in fact, it
contains mysteries which demand po
lice investigation. We do not dare
to trifle with any of the facts. The
inspector, and, if not he, the coroner,
will have to be told about these let
ters and will probably ask to see
"They are the letters of a gentle
"With the one exception."
"Yes, that is understood." Then in
a sudden heat and with an almost
sublime trust in his daughter notwith
standing the duplicity he had just dis
covered, he declared: "The deed
was an accident-incredible---but still
Mr. Gryce had respect for this out
burst Making no attempt to answer
Some Clock In the Neighborhood
It, he suggested, with some hesitation,
that Miss Challoner had been seen
writing a letter previous to taking
those fatal steps from the desk which
endid so tragically. Was this letter
to one of her lady friends, uas reported,
and was it as far from suggesting the
awful tragedy which followed, uas he
had been told?'
"'It was a cheerful letter. Buch a
one aus she often wrote to her little
protegees here and there. I judge
that this was written to some girl like
that, for the person addressed was
not known to her maid, any more than
she was to me. It expressed an af
fectionate interest, and it breathed
I enaouragement-encouragement! and
she meditating her own death at the
moment! Impossible!! That letter
Sshould exonerate her if nothing else
When Mr. Challoner rose to leave
the room, Mr. Gryce showed where
Shis own thoughts still eentered, by
Sasking him the date of the eorreswped
I ese diesovere betwees his daughter
aed her unkoewn dmi
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"Stiuii of the letters n:ire dated last
summenr, some- this fall. Thi one you f
are noist anxious to hear about only a 1
month hack." he added, with uncon
querablh devo:ion to what he cousid
Bcred hiis duty.
1ir. (ryc." would like to have car
ried his inquiriesi further, but desisted.
Itut \~,.nu he was gone, and Sweet. t
water had returned. Mr. Gryce malde I
It his first duty to conmmunicate to his r
superiors the hitherto unsuspected t
fact of a secret romance in Miss Chal
loner's seemingly calm and well- t
guarded life. f
Before a table strewn with papers,
in the room we have already men
tioned as given over to the use of
the police, sat Doctor Heath in a
mood too thoughtful to notice the en
trance of Mr. Gryce and Sweetwater
from the dining-room where they had
been having dinner. t
However, as the former's tread was
somewhat lumbering, the coroner's
attention was caught before they had
quite crossed the room, and Sweet
water, with his quick eye, noted how
his arm and hand immediately fell so
as to cover up a portion of the pa
pers lying nearest to him.
"Well Gryce, this is a dark case,"
he observed, as at his bidding the two
detectives took their seats.
Mr. Gryce nodded; so did Sweetwa
"She was not shot. She was not
struck by any other hand; yet she lies I
dead from a mortal wound in the i
breast. Though there is no tangible
proof of her having inflicted this I
wound upon herself, the jury will have
no alternative, I fear, than to pro
nounce the case one of suicide."
"I'm sorry that I've been able to do -
so little," remarked Mr. Gryce.
The coroner darted him a quick
"You are not satisfied? You have
some different idea?" he asked.
The detective frowned at his hands
crossed over the top of his cane, then
shaking his head, replied:
"The verdict you mention is the
only natural one, of course. I see that
you have been talking with Miss Chal
loner's former maid?"
"Yes, and she has settled an im
portant point for us. There was a
possibility, of course, that the paper- t
cutter which you brought to my no- i
tice had never gone with her into the
mezzanine. That she, or some other
person, had dropped it in passing
through the lobby. But this girl as
sures me that her mistress did not en
ter the lobby that night. That she t
accompanied her down in the elevator,
and saw her step off at the mezzanine.
She can also swear that the cutter
was in a book she carried-the book
we found lying on the desk. The girl t
remembers distinctly seeing its pe
culiarly chased handle projecting
from its pages. Could anything be
more satisfactory if-I was going to
say, if the young lady had been of the t
impulsive type and the provocation
greater. But Miss Challoner's nature
was calm, and were it not for these
letters-" here his arm shifted a little
-"I should not be so sure of my jury's
future verdict. Love-" he went on,
after a moment of silent consideration a
of a letter he had chosen from those t
before him, "disturbs the most equa
ble natures. When it enters as a fac
tor, we can expect anything as you
know. And Miss Challoner evidently
was much attached to her correspon
dent, and naturally left the reproach
conveyed in these lines."
And Doctor Heath read:
"Dear Miss Challoner: Only a man
of small spirit could endure what I I
endured from you the other day. Love
such as mine would be respectable in
a clod-hopper, and I think that even 1
you will acknowledge that I stand I
somewhat higher than that. Though I
was silent under your disapprobation,
you shall yet have your answer. It
will not lack point because of its nec- I
essary delay." ,,
The words sprang from Sweetwater, I
and were evidently involuntary.
"It is the only letter of them all
which conveys anything like a re
proach," proceeded the coroner. "Her
surprise must consequently have been
great at receiving these lines, and her
resentment equally so. If the two met
afterwards- But I have not shown
you the signature. To the poor father
It conveyed nothing-some facts have
been kept from him-but to us-"
here he whirled the letter about so
that 8weetwater, at least, could see
the name, "it conveys a hope that we
may yet understand Miss Challoner."
"Brotherson!" exclaimed the young
detective in load surprise. "Brother
sonl The man who-"
"The man who left this building
Just before or simultaneously with the
alarm caused by Miss Challoner's falL
It clears away some of the clouds be
fogging us. She probably caught
sight of him in the lobby, and in the
passion of the moment forgot her
usual instincts and drove the sharp'
pointed weapon into her heart."
"Brotherson!" The word came soft
ly now, and with a thoughtfutal intone
tion. "He saw her die."
"Why do you say that "
"Would he have washed his hands
in the snow If he had been in igno
rance of the occurrencet He am the
real, if not the active, cause of her
death and he knew it. Either ho--ex
case me, Doctor Heath and Mr. Gryee,
it is not for me to obtrude my opin
"Have ye settled it beyond dispte
that aUtes is really the m- who
wa m- dsie thist
" ,. sir. I h:;."" It had | mihn,!
lr t)?;ti jlib, ,lot l'li ri;ia y fur litii
f rti j u i ir-t fs ii1|| tii, u ' tu lit to spa; -i
L1t t le oh.iorrow, or I tuilf can
mnu:unuagu' it, toitugght. We '.anit the manli
,iv" n if hi is not the hero of thallit rto
tmantic episodel. le wrote tlhese l lt
ters, and he muist expliii the last one.
llis i!itials, as you sene, are not ordi
nary ones, and you will find them at
the bottom of all thee sheets 11e I
was brave enlbughl or arrogant enough
to sigh the questionable one with his I
full namen This may speak well for
him, and it may not. It is for you to
decide that. Where will you look for
him, Sweetwater? No one here knows I
"Not Miss Challoner's maid?"
"No; the name is a new one to her.
But she made it very evident that she
was not surprised to hear that her
mistress was in secret correspondence 4
with a member of the male sex. Much
can be hidden from servants, but not
"I'll find the man; I have a double
reason for doing that now; he shall
not escape me."
Doctor Heath expressed his satis
faction, and gave some orders. Mean
while, Mr. Gryce had not uttered a
Strange Doings for George.
That evening George sat so long
over the newspapers that in spite of
my absorbing interest in the topic en
grossing me, I fell asleep in my cozy
little rocking chair. I was awakened
by what seemed like a kiss falling
very softly on my forehead, though, to
be sure, it may have been only the
flap of George's coat sleeve as he
stooped over me.
"Wake up, little woman," I heard,
"and trot away to bed. I'm going out
and may not be in till daybreak."
"You! going out! at ten o'clock
at night, tired as you are-as we both
are! \\'hat has happened-Ah!"
This broken exclamation escaped
me as I perceived in the dim back
ground by the sitting-room door, the
figure of a man who called up recent,
but very thrilling experiences.
"Mr. Sweetwater," explained George.
"We are going out together. It is
necessary, or you may be sure I
should not leave you."
He gave me a little good advice as
to how I had better employ my time
in his absence, and was off before I
could find words to answer.
As soon as the two were in the
street, the detective turned towards
George and said:
"Mr. Anderson, I ha* a great deal
to ask of you. Mr. Brotherson has
vanished; that is, in his own proper
person, but I have an idea that I am
on the track of one who will lead us
very directly to him if we manage
the affair carefully. What I want of
you, of course, is mere identification
You saw the face of the man who
washed his hands in the snow, and
would know it again, you say. Do you
think you could be quite sure of your
self, if the man were differently
dressed and differently occupied?"
"I think so. There's his height and
a certain strong look In his face. I
cannot describe it."
"You don't need to. Come! we're
all right. You don't mind making a
night of it?"
"Not if it is necessary."
"That we can't tell yet." And with
a characteristic shrug and smile, the
detective led the way to a taxicab
which stood in waiting at the corner.
A quarter of an hour of rather fast
riding brought them into a tangle of
streets on the East side.
When they stopped, which was in a
few minutes. Sweetwater said to
"We shall have to walk now for a
block or two. If you can manage to
act as if you were accustomed to the
place and just leave all the talking to
me, we ought to get along first-rate.
Don't be astonished at anything you
see, and trust me for the rest; that's
They alighted, and he dismissed the
taxicab. Some clock in the neighbor
hood struck the hour of ten.
"Good! we shall be in time," mut
tered the detective, and led the way
down the street and round a corner
or so, till they came to a block dark
er than the reat, and much less noisy.
"There's a meeting on tonight, of
thq Associated Brotherhood of the
Awl, the Plane and the Trowel (what
eve that means), and it is the speak
er we want to see; the man who is to
address them promptly at ten o'clock.
Do yeou object to meetings?"
"Is this a secret one?"
"It wasn't advertised."
"Are we carpentere or masons that
we can count on admittance?"
"Hush! I must speak to this man."
George stood back, and a few words
passed between 8weetwater and a
shadowy figure which seemed to have
sprnng up out of the sidewalk.
"Balked at the outset," were the en
couraging words with which the doe
tective rejoined George. "It seems
that a pass-word is necessary, and my
friend has been unable to get it. Will
the speaker pass out this way?" he
inquired of the shadowy figure still
lingering in their rear.
"He didn't go in by it; yet I believe
he's safe enough inside," was the
8weetwater had no relish for disap
poaintments of this character, but it
was not long before he straightened
up and allowed himself to exchange a
few more words with this mysterious
person. These appeared to be of a
more encouragrla nature than the
last, fer it was not long before the d
testive termed with renmewed also
\- llt ri- thly, h tril t tt,'i "t'his tli r'..
ruid uie, 1 cml[c n ott "+ll h r tu
ou, tau']il i+ of alleys through Nl 1( 11 hl.
elther rgitois to his unaccustomed
eyes. 'There was snow utlier liis fteet
atnd'now ait thein het biirushed aglainst
somlitt obtrudlillng (ljt'('t. obj t, or stu blehd
against a low ftence; but tbey'vornd thlrtse
slight miscalculatitonsl on hiis own part.
he was a mere aultomaton iii tlihe hands
of his eager guide, and only became
his own man again when they sud
denly stepped into an open yard and
he could discern plainly before him
the dark walls of a building pointed
out by Sweetwater as their probable
destination. Yet even here they en
countered some impediment which
prohibited a close approach. A wall
or shed cut off their view of the build
ing's lower stoty; and though some
what startled at being left uncere
moniously alone after just a whispered
word of encouragement from the ever
ready detective, George could quite
understand the necessity which that
person must feel for a quiet recon
noitering of the surroundings before
the two of them ventured further for
ward in their possibly hazardous un
dertaking. Yet the experience was
none too pleasing to George, and he
was very glad to hear Sweetwater's
whisper again in his ear, and to feel
himself rescued from the pool of slush
in which he had been left to stand.
"The approach is not all that can be
desired," remarked the detective as
they entered what appeared to be a
low shed. "The broken board has
been put back and securely nailed in
place, and if I am not very much mis
taken there is a fellow stationed in
the yard who will want the pass-word
too. Iooks shady to me. I'll have
something .to tell the chief when I get
"But we! What are we going to do
if we cannot get itt front or rear?"
"We're going to wait right here in
the hopes of catching a glimpse of our
man as he comes out," returned the
detective, drawing George towards a
low window overlooking the yard heL
had described as sentinelled. "lie will
have to pass directly under this win
dow on his way to the alley," Sweet
water went on to explain, "and if I
can only raise it-but the noise would
give us away. I can't do that."
"Perhaps it swings on 'hinges," sug
gested George. "It looks like that
sort of a window."
"If it should-well! it does. We're
in great luck, sir. But before I pull it
open, remember that from the mo
ment I unlatch it, everything said or
done here can be heard in the ad
Joining yard. So no whispers and no
unnecessary movements. When you
hear him coming, as sooner or later
you certainly will, fall carefully to
your knees and lean out just far
enough to catch a glimpse of him be
fore he steps down from the porch. If
he stops to light his cigar or to pass a
few words with some of the men he
will leave behind, you may get a plain
enough view of his face or figure to
identify him. The light is burning low
In that rear hall, but it will do. If it
does not-if you can't see him or if
you do, don't hang out of the window
more than a second. Duck after your
first look. I don't want to be caught
at this job with no better opportunity
for escape than we have here. Can you
remember all that?"
George pinched his arm encourag
ingly, and Sweetwater, with an amused
grunt, softly unlatched the window
and pulled it wide open.
Meeting With Robert Barr
Journey of a Couple to Cologne Was
Materially Enlivened by the
I have a pleasant recollection of
Robert Barr, the popular novelist.
whose death was recently announced,.
writet a woman correspondent of the
London Chronicle. A relative and I
were traveling some years since in
Germany, and took the water way to
Cologne. Among the numbers of brod
chen devouring and beer drinking pas
sengers on the little steamer I noticed
one, a man with an eager expression.
who was distinguished by his abstin
ence and by his absorption In the
passing scenery of the Rhine. I got
into conversation by chance with the
observer, and the whole route to
Cologne was from that moment made
a living reality to me by the man's
The following day we decided to con
tinue our Journey, and again we chose
the transit steamer, and again we met
the man of recollection and observa
tion. I tried, by conversational open
ings, to discover his identity, but he
heeded none, continuing to pour out
Sficod of history and legend of the
Rhine. At length the time of parting
came. With a sweep of the arm.
which included my companion and my
self. he said: "I shall hope to see
you when you return from this, the
journey of your lives." and handed
me a card, on which was Inscribed
the name of Robert Barr. "I don't
thiqk we can call together," I replied,
"for while I live in London, my
brother's home is in the north, and I
sldom catch sight 6e hIm ea his day
was dark th' 're fat ir!btil. ri'r Ih
could hl,;lr froim tulnll to tiui sorrio,
soUllds of r(.stlel4S Ilmo)vemnt.l. aS thi.
guard posted Insilr· shlifted in hii.s nlar
row quart-rs, or struck his bilUnlbf
feet h oftly together.
Sthat what cami to t hem from abovti
was more interesting than i nyik or th
to be hdard or seen below. A man '
voice, raised to a wonderful pitch by
the parsion of oratory, had burst the
barriers of thes closed hll in that tos-'
erlnguard third story and was carr in itsar
tale to other ears than those wlthitn.
Sweetwater, n whstrukom satis bnuaction
feewas fast talyking ther. place of mp
tiene and regret, pushed them window
to before asking tereorsting this question:
"Did you hear thseen voice of the mans
whose action attracted your attention
outarriers ofde the Clermont?"
"tale tod you note ust now the laringe
whasow dancing on the placeling ove
the speaker's head?"
"Yes, but I could judge nothing from
"Well, he's a rum one. I shan't open
this window again till he gives signs
of reacliinig the end of his speech. it's
Ilut almost immtdiately he gave a
start and, pressing George's arm. ap
'peared to listtni, not to the speech
which was no Iong,r audible, but to
sonii'thing nmulth nearer .1 s1 f'J1 or
mnoletnemit in the aldjolifing yard. At
least, so (;Gorge interpltIteid the qullick
turn l. icili this iinli.tuoutis ditective
madetl, aitd the pains he took to direct
G(;orge'.s attention to the walk run
niig undtlr the wilndow beneath which
they crouched. Some one was steal.
ing down upon the house at their left,
from the alley beyond. A big man.
whose shoulder brushed the window
as he went by. George felt his hand
seized again and pressed as this hap
pened, and before he had recovered
from this excitement, experienced an
other quick pressure and still another
as one, two, three additional figures
went slipping by. Then his hand was
suddenly dropped, for a cry had shot
up from the door where the sentinel
stood guard, followed by a sudden
loud slam, and the noise of a shooting
bolt, which, proclaiming as it did that
the invaders were not friends but
enemies to the cause which was being
vaunted above, so excited Sweetwater
that he pulled the -window wide open
and took a bold look out. George fol
lowed his example and this was what
Three men were standing flat
against the fence leading from the
shed directly to the porch. The
fourth was crouching within the lat
ter, and in another moment.they heard
his fist descend upon the door inside
in a way to rouse the echoes Mean
time, the voice in the audience hall
above had ceased, and there could be
heard instead the scramble of hurry
ing feet and the noise of overturning
benches. Then a window flew up and
a voice called down:
"Who's that? What do you want
(TO BE CONTINI'ED.)
trips to town." "Your brother,"
replied the editor of the Idler, "then
why the deuce do you both have new
Pierre de Trevierre, a French writ
er on fashion, heralds the unexpected
triumph. of the brunettes over the
blondes, who have so long held the
popular favor. Who, he asks, could
have foreseen this evolution? The
blonde, alas, as gone! The style of
dressing the hair with head bands has
caused this undermining of the gold
en locks. The meridian rays of the
Greek' coiffure permit one to perceive
the new growth of hair which has lib1
erated itself from the corrosion of the
dye. All the pigmented beauties have
now bedn forced to renounce their
chemical preparations. No more
shall we see these golden headbands.
Chemistry has created many varl.
ties of blondes We have had the rud
dy blonde of Rubens, the ferruginous
blonde, the mahogany blonde beloved
of Titian, the exquisite blonde of Tin.
toretti and the blonde dear to the
artist Henner. There were a bhun.
dred fashions of blondes, but there is
only one fashion of brunette.
"I try to think," said Benham. "that
woman is the equal of man and as well
qualified to take part in the political
life; but It sort of Jars that belief to
get the reply I did this morning from
my wife, when I remarked, on reading
the returns, that Bingham ran ahead
of his ticket, and she innocently ia
euired. "What was his barryr'-Jadg.
COITON CROP 13,611,000 BALES
COTTON CROP C(,"'PILCD Cv DE
PAHT','LNT OF- AG;I( L 1'
These F ; U [ X 1' 'I
t" :. - P ' . I ,
C, .', • . r'
111 II : p i t! t' , f
( : T . ' : It : ) t f
!he c o- 11ill a: out in 1ta. ll.a0
j 't ,i . 1IiI, o at , l,'\.'h I
12111 Whalts of ··0 penautld1 , " 0 . f
lict r ,, produced ast tl·r, 11,i.
total ropl itnClusis' of( in? 't- . i -:5
14,::1:,00 bales i t a p. ' at l It -
62t,7411 halt's in 1911, "hi( h, -o 113.2
lintars, ait noni, tttl to 1. .21.!71: 1 . .:
11,( tl tl; i lhal .s iii 191., a i. ! in
lti eluding linters, atoanttd to 12 ' 4 -
6 '8 bale , 11h,004,949 bhle' in . l 1:('.,
which, including latiers, ant nittn?'l to
10,315,382 bales; 13.:41711!1 bhals in
1908 which, including liitt-,jimoint
ed to 13.,57,30t; bales, andi 11.01.179
bales in 197 whilch. inc- lldin linlt
ers, amounted to 11.:17 ,4t1 balies.
Georgia Is Second.
Georgia-Total Ilrodllnltion 2.275,"..0
bales, copl,ara'd wit h 1 ,77l;,7,l; hales
last ye:ar and 2.117,;::1 7 ula. thei avr
age 1I07 11 The tlu' de u t h crop,
with wehd., tnt sula-r ani.r, $l 2lt'1.1ll.
F"lortial - Total ptrodliction, 1.it,0i0
bales. ;, onllpar d N itlh ,7o i, ", baleast
yltar a nt ; ll 1.,4 ,l the ava r-a
1!a'17 11. TIhl "alu'ie olt the crop, ('itOt
it .seed, lfst lea ';ir \wa s . 1 L,, -l' li.
AlalriIama --'rotli lr(dui titin. 1.51) .
no ba las . -ias, ad par-li . itha 1, 12. t
halte. last 'elar, lnd 1,2s,7,I a -l.
tea 1 a "-lhe of l1al7 i . Ti -h, e ,r1,1
te crop, with ed. l, ilaal year \a as i. ,
nissi-aipp1 -'Total pro lationt . 9a .
(all bales. c om tlipared lithI 01.i10. 11I
bales tart sear, and 1..:14,712 halies,
thi' aveira-e, l9iir7-1 1. \l value of 1 the
citop, w i lt seed, last %t-ar \wasi $71,
LoTMieislaa Total production, 41,3000
bales, compllred with :,71;,ali.t; hales
last year, and 4i.5,X44 hales, the aver
age 1917-11. The vatin' of tihe crop,
with seed, last year was $25.i7aii,.
Texas Leads All States.
Texas - Total lproduction, ,!i+.)i00ii
bales, compared with 4,88l.21i bales
last year, and 3,188,f 12 bales, the aver
age 197-11. The vailue of the crop,
with seed, last year was $321,4:l0,000.
Arkansas-Total production, 90.0,000
bales, compared with 712,I0984 bales
last year, and 8586,28 baltes, thie aver
age 1907-11. The value of the crop,
with seed. last year was $5:l-::'!.,000.
Oihales b l, compared with 2-5, 4i; hales
last year, and 329,107 bales, th, aver
age 1907-11. The value of ih, crop,
with seed, last year was $i8,9.:l0,00a.
Tnissouri-Total production, i5,-00
libales, compared witih 5,1;.4als last
year ,and : 2.,94 ;7 bales, the average
e1907-11. The value of the crop. rwit
iseed, last year. was $.8,90.a .
iOklahomar-Total prodution, g20,
000 bales, ompare wh with 1.a21,25s as
bales lastn year. anI b0,fi49s, thea sr
average917-11. The val.le of the
croj, with seed, last year .a. wav.7.2'.a,
Califor nia-Total 1.rodu.ion, Ia,
0bales, compariprd wtith .r0 . hs las
Wash lat Ion. rts anal girl, troe
Cover State i the t-SutI at- on tie
Ca o rett a-- -Tin ll'alu . i'oisl ilt a. a re
suit ,1 tavirtg taiaia pri, wi 3:-rI-s In
thair tir liat tiv ;states ia (at talsinta
tnaf ita tlanitz. The' l includit Itoy
lilly, Sloc rn . "T .xa;. ,nt 11 11 ,. li ll
dir-on, Iitathri-It. Ta xis; Lloyd
W'u l'tah, tli- T- x' ,as l ita[ "l i itlg,
(onhllan. ', r a, :a. l Start.i -a ,hws
anld rlt in ia l:t . a l, .\a a la ha. "ixas.
"iht, prizi, " inrainZ i.;:ttia, cli girl'
inctide, a tietnli a to-,M, A niai- avii,
The girl liaditg in the canhitlg in
the South was Miss ('lyde Stullivhn of
Dallas Giants Get Jordan.
Houston, Tex.--()tto Jordan, a vet
eran Infielder who has just passed
through ten consecutive years of serv
ice in the Southern Asatoclation, has
been selected by President Joe Gard
ner of Dallas to lead the Texas League
Giants next season.
Suffragettes Busy With Torch.
London. - The suffragette arson
squad Monday set fire to a lunber
yard at Devonport and destroyed
property worth over $400,00t.
New Court House for Groveton.
Groveton, Tex.-Work on tearing
down and removing the old court
house has been about ('omrlaeted. and
on the 10th of this month bids will b
received for the construction of the
new court housie. The buiUdihn is to
Mexico ('ity.-The first passenver
train that has cotn+, direct from Nion
terey in several months arrived Sat
urday, bringing hundreds of refugees,
including a njmber of Americans.