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GUSHER' IN CLEVELAND
Strike of Monster Gae Well Upsets
the Whole South Side.
Cleveland, O., Feb. 2. The whole
South Side of Cleveland has gone
"pas mad," following a $L000,000 gas
discovery at the plant of the J. L. &
II. Stndler Rellnlng and Fertilizer
company. The well drilled In Is be
lieved to be one of the largest In the
Btato. Cas men believe a new natural
gas field has been discovered which
may rival the famous West Virginia
fields. Speculators and others are
vainly pcouring the Cuyahoga river
for miles, trying to procure options
on property or leases on gas and oil
rights. Property values Jumped al
most with the first roar of the Dig
well.
Goethalt Nomination Confirmed.
Washington, Fob. 5. The senate In
executive session confirmed the nonv
lnation of Colonel George W. Coe
thals to be governor of the Panama
canal zone.
Piqua Merchant Bankrupt.
Cincinnati. O., Feb. 5. Martin Bru-
son. a merchant of Piqua, filed a vol
untary petition in bankruptcy. Ills
assets are $1,iit;i and his liabilities
$5,107.
Two Men Crushed to Death.
Mt. Vernon, ().. Feb. 4. Kingry N.
Sims and John Mnaill were instantly
killed by a falling girder In the north
yards of the Mt. Vernon Iiridge com
pany plan'. The meu were painters.
Magill leaves a family.
Confessional and
Consequences
a
By CECELIA A. LOIZEAUX
(Copyrighted by J. B. Llppincott Co.)
The moment I entered my apart
ment on the fourth floor of the Al
gonquin I knew that some one had
been in my rooms, or was still there.
I hesitated only a moment before
lighting a match. I have nothing to
fear at such times, since I have no
Jewels and am not at all beautiful.
So I lit the gas and as the light
flared Into her eyes a startled femi
nine head arose from the cushions of
my couch. I admit that my first Im
pression was distinctly one of annoy
ance. The head belonged to Felicia
Broughton and I knew too well that
when Felicia came to stay all night
with me it meant that I was to receive
her confession, losing my best hours
of sleep as I did so, in order that she,
Felicia, "her sin off her conscience and
onto mine, might sleep soundly and
arise the next morning fresh and fair
to gather other scalps for her already
large collection.
It Is my fate to receive the confi
dences of many people, especially
those of young girls who have found
that their chums are never to be trust
ed when the confidences concern men.
Felicia is not so very young. She Is
rather at the between age, which all
men and most women find so charm
ing. But she Is old old as the hills
In the art of flirtation. Indeed, with
Felicia flirting Is positively a profes
sion. She Is old enough to know bet
ter, too, which makes her all the more
dangerous. And then, she Is one of
those who believe that a sin confessed
Is not a sin.
She had evidently been asleep, for
she blinked at the gas as a cat blinks
at the sun. Indeed, she Is not unlike
a cat. Her eyes are green lovely,
shining green, like Jewels and her
hall1 well, of course there are no au
burn cats, but she reminds one of a
cat Just the same. I have often won
dered why men never saw this until
they had put up groping hands to find
that their scalps had been neatly and
painlessly removed.
Anyone but Felicia would have
looked blowsy. She was merely
charmingly mussed, with her skin
pink as a baby's from the heat. I
knew that I was no more to her than
a confessional booth, where after con
fessing she would have to do no pen
ance, but I found myself kissing and
welcoming her Just as cordially as If
I did not know this. And, as I noted
the pathetic droop to her mouth, I
wondered If for once Felicia herself
were not the sufferer. For this, as for
all my generous impulses toward Fe
licia, I was speedily rewarded and dis
illusioned. She told me nothing until she had
eaten and we were making ready for
bed. Then, as she braided her hair
into two long and girlish plaits and
rubbed out imaginary wrinkles, she
began her tale. She was very calm
at first and I knew that the weeping
would come later, when not even I,
the confessional, could see a reddened
nose. But It took her so long to begin
that once again I thought It might be
her own heart.
"You haven't been beaten, have you,
Felicia?" I asked anxiously.
"Mercy, no! Whatever made you
think that?" she asked In astonish
ment, her pink fingers suspended in
the air with surprise, her eyes wide
open.
"Well, then," I answered, snappish
ly, "get It over with. I'm tired."
"I'm so miserable and sort of fright
ened," she began, reaching for aome
more cold cream.
"And so Is the man, I presume.
That U It, Isn't It? You have been
obliged through force of circumstances
and no fault of your own to refuse an
other man? Who la he?"
"Charlie Van Zandt. He Just
wouldn't take the hint. I tried long
ago to make him tee that I never
eould care. And he followed me down
to the beach and made an awful
scene why, he almost threatened me.
Men are 'such brutes. You either can't
love them or you can."
"And we all know that you cant,
Felicia. You'll get over the scene,
whatever It was. I'm not worrying
about you. But Charlie Van Zandt Is
very young and you are his first ven-
i ture, I think. And now, for a longer
i or shorter space of time, depending
, on Just how much of a fool he Is, he'll
' make his mother wretched and a per
fect donkey of himself because he
! thinks he has discovered that all worn
! n are heartless. If you bad such a
thing as a conscience, Felicia Brough-
luii, iu mil ntiii evil uij 1 1 vj ti 1 1 mat
you'd have to wait to see one of your
victims cured before you could find
another. And I'd hope you would
grow old In the process." I turned to
stalk from the room, for I meant to
sleep on the couch In the sitting-room,
leaving Felicia my bed.
At the very door I was stopped by
a queer little sound that did not seem
to be Felicia at all. I looked at the
girl and came back. "That wasn't
what Tcame to tell you," she whis
pered. "Can I put out the light?"
I reached up and turned tt off and
then, taking Felicia's hand, led her
to the bed, where we sank down. Fe
licia promptly put her bead on my
shoulder and I can't resist Felicia
when she cuddles, any more thun I
can resist a pink, dimpled baby.
"Don't you worry about him, Fe
licia," I .said. "Charlie Van Zundt Is
a presumptuous little weed, and de
served pulling up from the roots."
"It Isn't Charlie at all," she sobbed.
"It's Rolfe Carson."
In my excitement I pushed her from
me. Rolfe Carson! I had forgotten
about him. This was too good. Could
It be that Felicia had met and reduced
to bis lowest terms the flirt par excel
lence of all flirts of whom I had ever
heard? And with my amazement a
great Joy came to me. For, years be
fore, Rolfe Carson had played with
my little sister, and she well, she
wasn't a flirt. I had vowed to get
even and here was my chance.
"Felicia," I said, "I am your friend
for life, and I tell you on my honor
that you need not weep over this
piece of work. 'The biter's bitten,' " I
quoted.
Felicia began to sob. "You don't
understand," she said. "I am in love
with him." It was a positive wail, a
little cry of helplessness, and It was
genuine and turned me sick. For,
often as I had wished for Felicia's
punishment, I hated to see her suffer
in this way. But It was fine to know
that Felicia really had had a heart hid
den away all this time.
"He said he knew you," she went
on, sobbingly, "that he used to know
you, and that was why I came. I have
Just come from the beach he was
there and I feel terribly as If I had
been wicked all my life. Suppose
he finds out what a flirt I have been.
Suppose that nasty little Van Zandt
beast tells him!"
Felicia was astounded at the reali
zation of her own sins. I thought a
moment.
"How long have you known him?"
I asked.
"Two months he's been In South
America, you know."
I drew a long breath of relief. And
then I saw a sudden light. There is
no flirt who marries, willingly and to
his or her knowledge, another flirt. I
might still save Felicia.
"Dear," I said, and there must have
been something queer In my voice, for
I could feel her Jewel eyes fix them
selves on my face, "you never did a
wiser thing In your life than to come
to me. But if Rolfe Carson had ever
thought you would come to me, he
never would have told you he knew
me for I know him, too."
"Do you mean he was ever In love
with you?"
"My dear, I'm ten years older than
Rolfe and always was. Also, I have
always been an old maid. But .there
have been other girls."
And then for hours and hours I told
her about all the other girls. I spared
no details which would make my story
more convincing, and I found that she
knew some of the girls I mentioned,
though she had not known that the
man Involved was Rolfe Carson. And
she could not do otherwise than be
lieve me.
But she took It all so queerly. I
had expected tears, stormy denials
anything but this calm, dry accept
ance. And I suddenly realized that
she did care for the man, terribly, and
I wished that I had not told her. Real
love comes to no one twice. It wasn't
any of my real business, anyway.
At daybreak I went to my couch In
the sitting-room, where I slept the
sleep of the exhausted. And when,
late In the forenoon, I tiptoed into
the bedroom, I found that Felicia had
departed, leaving this note on the
dresser: "Of course I believe you
but I can never forgive you. Some
day yoifwill understand why."
And then I smiled with a positive
relief. I knew that she was already
recuperating and told myself that I
had done good work. Within a week
Wendell Hall was tagging her around,
to the great distress of Carrie Worth-
lngton, who came to me and sobbed
out the tale of his faithlessness. I
was sorry for the child, too sfor I
knew Felicia well enough e under
stand that she would f"Jea Wendell
Hall before she let hl-i go
The rest of the tale came to me five
weeks later, away out In Iowa, where
I had gone to visit relatives and where
I found Rolfe Carson doing the same
thing, and Incidentally teaching the
art of flirtation to an apple-cheeked
young cousin of mine.
When I had renewed my acquaint
ance with him and had had the satis
faction of Impressing upon his vanity
the facts of my sister's very happy
marriage, he confided in me, too, sure
of my safety, even as the others.
He told me, and for the life of me I
could not help believing In his sincer
ity as he told It, that at last he was
really In love, with the most Innocent,
sweet-hearted little girl .In Massachu
setts. And nor name wan Felicia. I
listened with a Joy that was deep and
far-reaching; but somewhere I felt
vaguely sick, too. And then I did the
only thing there seemed for me to do;
I made a complete Job of It. I told
Rolfe Corson first Just what I thought
of his methods and then I told him all
that I knew of the guileless Felicia.
I knew all the time, of course, that
neither of them would ever speak to
me again, for It was Inevitable that
they should meet and compare notes.
But I didn't care. I was tired of be
ing a go-between, and, anyway, I was
too fond of them both to care to see
them made unhappy for life, when by
such a small and really pleasurable
effort I could prevent It.
And so I told him how even then
the guileless and sweet-hearted Felicia
was trailing Wendell Hall and there
by making the little Worthlngton
girl old before her time. I told him of
all her previous flirtations, omitting
nothing that I thought might Interest
him. And when I finally paused to
think of more he said through his
teeth, "Are you through?" and In an
other moment the gate slammed vi
ciously. And that evening he whs re
called by telegram to attend to Impor
tant business in Boston. And he
didn't leave any message at all for
my apple-cheeked young cousin, with
whom he had been going driving the
next day. She cried furtively, and I
meditated.
And for one whole week I lived In a
state of triumph, not unmixed with a
feeling of approaching disaster, which
I could not shake off. Then there
came to me a marked paper from
Boston. On the front page. In the
most vulgar and ostentatious display,
were pictures of Rolfe and Felicia.
And beneath the pictures was a whole
column of most Interesting and read
able matter telling how the young
people had been married seven weeks
before at the beach. It had been a
love-at-flrst-sight affair, and as both
were members of very prominent and
very conservative families the young
people had chosen to keep the mar
riage secret until they were ready to
sail for 6otith America, where the
groom had important business inter
ests. I showed the paper to my apple
cheeked young cousin and then I
sighed a bit wearily. I was too stu
pid, I told myself, to deserve being a
confessional. They had been married,
then, when Felicia, a bit frightened at
what she had done, came to confess
it to me. And I had hurried and fore
stalled her confession with all the un
pleasant things I could think of about
her husband. Decidedly pleasant of
me, wasn't It? Then I had hastened
to Rolfe, to repeat my friendly serv
ices. Well, after all, one really gets to
the bottom of things now and then.
They say that Rolfe and Felicia are
a devoted pair. I know the kind. Nei
ther dares to let the other out of
sight. They have never come back
from South America but they named
their small daughter after me. And
when I heard of It not through
them and sent the child a lovely
hand-wrought silver bowl and spoon,
the receipt came back to me signed
In a cramped hand, evidently written
by a guided baby fist, "Rebecca Car
son." So I think they really have for
given me, though they are too proud
to say so. And I hope that when she
Is older they will send me the small
Rebecca to educate; for I think they
will always live In South America.
Under
the
Great
Shadow
(Copyrighted by Hliort Stories Co.,- Ltd.)
Light had come down, on the pam
pas. Across the far-stretching reach
of wide-rolling prairie the lights of
La Vega glimmered faintly In the dim
middle-distance. I watched them re
solving themselves Into separate and
Individual points of luminosity with
feelings (hat were curiously mixed,
but in which Joyful satisfaction cer
tainly bore a considerable part. A
long day In the saddle lent additional
charm to the prospect of a cosy cor
ner and a comfortable pipe. Probably,
had I known how near I was to come,
before morning, to making my exit
from La Vega in a sudden and Invol
untary manner, I should have been
less eager about my entrance.
At Bejano I had obtained unwelcome
confirmation of a piece of news, the
first whisper of which had reached
me at Los Santos. I was "drum
ming" for one of the two great houses
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of the Argentine; and about midway
on my "stretch," which extended
from the La Plata down almost to the
Colorado, I heard that the agent of a
rival was In front of me. The newa
fairly staggered me. It was a clean
broach of the rules, and I found some
difficulty In believing It. It was prob
ably the rough Jest of some practical
Joker, or perhaps the sorry attempt
i of some Impudent pirate.
However, what had been doubted at
Los Santos became certainty at Beja
no. My "run" was being worked, and
I had a pretty good notion that I
could even put a name to the "scut"
who was working It. Between Los
Santos and Bejano I did a lot of bard
thinking. The man, I had ascertained,
was a Levantine; my Informant giv
ing his age as SO or thereabouts. He
was said to apeak Spanish, French
and Italian. Whether he bad any
knowledge of English I was unable to
gather. But I beard that be waa a
mark with the "pictures," and played
a good hand at poker.
At this point my thoughts would
persistently revert to one Gregorlo
Stefanettl, a Greco-Italian who five
years before had absconded from Nice
after embezzling eighteen thousand
francs from the leading banking house
In the municipality, In which he was
employed. Stefanettl I knew to be a
clever dog, both sleek and sly. There
was somo reason, loo, why he might
be tempted to take "a rise" out of
me. I had known the man at Mar
seilles previous to his going to Nice,
and had warned certain people against
him.
The growers In the Bejano district
had been advised by circular
that Messer Emillo Corentinl, the
representative of the house of B. & B.
of New York, would attend at the
"Fonda los Angelos" on (here fol
lowed the date), and would offer the
highest price for wool of any house
In the market; or consignments would
be accepted for sale on commission.
It was really a moat straightforward
and business-looking document. He
had stipulated that delivery was to
commence immediately, and several
loads had gone forward already.
The shape which the matter as
sumed, then, was this: Stefanettl, who
had a face of brass under his smooth
olive skin, had evidently planned a
bold coup. The wool-shipping season
was Just opening. Why not assume
the role of agent for a commission
house? He had a good appearance,
a pliant tongue, a pretty wit; was
familiar with the routine; and could
start at the hour. If he could bag
a few hundred bales there was a for
tune for him, besides the satisfaction
he would feel In scoring off me.
The rogue, I considered hardly cal
culated on securing more than a few
hundred bales at most. Well, In any
case, Gregorlo, I did not doubt, had
mtrte preparation to meet the contin
gency. La Vega, whose lights were now
beginning to assume specific shape
and distinct individuality, was to be
my last place to call.
As I turned my Jaded beast Into
the straggling street, the sound of
noisy revelry struck loud upon the
ear. It came from the "Fonda." I
was pumped worn-out with the long,
hard anxious ride; and the blatant
merriment seemed prophetic of dis
aster.
Passing to the back of the low mud-
wall 'which enclosed the premises, I
rode Into the yard and made my way
to the stables. The yard seemed de
serted. In. the stables, however, there
were at least a dozen horses. Evi
dently the "Fonda" had no lack of
guests.
There was a light In the kitchen,
and I moved towards It. I thought
it more than likely that I should
there flnd pretty Manuellta, the 18-year-old
daughter of Barcelona Pete,
who ran the establishment. I had
brought her a necklace a showy but
Inexpensive affair blue beads strung
on thin gold wire. The girl would
probably be In the kitchen. I would
go there and ascertain who was In the
sala.
Moving across the yard, I peeped In
at the uncurtained window. A lams
was burning against the wall, but the
room was empty.
A burst of laughter came from the
sala. The noise and racket there were
increasing. Out of a babel of voices
I could distinguish tones of remon
strance. The windows on that side
were furnished with JalouBles, and
these were closed; but from a hole
high up In the wall streamed a narrow
pencil of light.
I left the kitchen window and looked
about for something that would enable
me to reach the hole. Presently I
stumbled over a ladder. Half the rungs
were broken, and one side was longer
than the other. But there was noth
ing else; so, rearing It against the
wall, I climbed up. From my posi
tion on the ladder I could see over
about half the room.
Immediately opposite the knot-hole
Bat a swarthy-faced Individual whom
I recognized as Don Felipe Rlcardo,
the steward of the largest estancla In
the district. His lips were livid, his
features distorted. He was staring
stonily across the table at some one
evidently sitting Immediately beneath
me. On the floor at his feet a number
of playing-cards lay scattered about.
Barcelona Pete, with the ace of spades
In his hand, his heavy Jaw working
ponderously, and his broad, fat fingers
gesticulating ludicrously, was hanging
over Ricardo's shoulders, apparently
endeavoring to explain the situation.
The man below me was sitting too
far back to be visible; but half-a-dozen
gauchos (natives of the pampas) were
drinking with some girls at another
table, each with a murderous cuchillo
in his waist-belt. The presence of the
girls seemed to Indicate some sort
of "fund Ion." Evidently there was to
be a dance.
I tried all I knew to get a look at ,
the man below me, but do what I
could, I couldn't manage It. I felt con
vinced, however, that the man was
Stefanettl.
Without doubt he had been practis
ing some trick upon Rlcardo. But what
could be Inducing him to linger on,
when every day added to the risk of
detection? He must,know that If run
to earth he would lose his profit. Evi
dently he had found some attraction
at La Vega strong enough to cover
the extra risk. Perhaps, thought I, he
finds business of plucking the plgeona
returns him sufficient to pay for the
risk. Perhaps, again, at a place on the
"outside edge," like La Vega, he thinks
to brave detection and to defy arreBt.
At this Juncture, my eye happening
to fall on the sullen-looking visages
of the halfdrunken gauchos, for an
instnnt my heart stood still. Surely
he was not waiting for me! At that
moment Manuellta passed through the
room on her way to the kitchen, and
the man below started up, ran out, and
caught her by the wrist. It was Gre
gorlo Stefanettl. He Beemed trying
to persunde the girl to something; but
she slipped from his grasp, mado a
rush for the door, and darted from the
room.
Stefanettl came back laughing.
"She's wild as a hawk now, Pete," I
heard him say; "but Ijy-and-by she'll
come to my whistle."
I had mounted a step higher, in my
eagerness to catch sight of the man's
face. The rung was rotten, and now
gave way beneath my weight, precipi
tating me to the ground. Picking my
self up, I ran to the kitchen. Through
the window I saw Manuellta. Her
eyes looked as If she were crying. I
tapped gently at the door and called
her softly by name.
"Who's there?" she asked In a voice
that betrayed trepidation.
I made myself known, and the next
minute I was In the room.
"Oh senor!" gasped the girl, evi
dently surprised at my appearance. "I
thought It was that Jackal Emllio. He
thinks I have gone to dress for the
dance, and I was afraid he had fol
lowed me. I hate him I do!"
"Carranibo! Manuellta, my girl," ex
claimed I, "what's wrong with you?
Who Is Emllio, and what Is he doing
here?" Producing the little necklet,
I threw It In her lap. "A present
from Buenos Ayres," I said.
For a moment her eyes lit up with
Joy.
"How kind of you!" she exclaimed
as she fastened the beads about her
neck; but the next Instant she burst
Into tears.
"Tell me what is the matter," aald
I, dropping Into a chair. "Who Is this
man you call Emllio?"
Briefly, her story waa this:
Emllio had known her father years
ago, when he kept a little wine-shop
In the old town at Marseilles. She
was a child then, and did not remem
ber him. He had been staying In the
house now for nearly a week she
looked at me curiously as she said
this, gambling every night with the
rancheros. The small men had soon
been cleaned out; but Rlcardo, a man
of wealth and substance, had been
winning down to last night when his
luck turned; and to-night he had lost
everything.
Emillo, I gathered, had been perse
cuting Manuellta with his attentions
ever since he set foot in the place.
There was something, she said, be
tween her father and this man Emllio.
He had asked for her band In mar
riage, and Pete had promised It;
Emillo undertaking to pay Pete fifty
pesos (ten pounds) on the day of the
betrothal, and to spend twenty for
"the good of the house."
"Emllio," said Manuellta, "was re
turning to Buenos Ayres Immediately."
Her father had settled It with the
padre, and she was to be married to
morrow. "But" with the fiery tem
per of the glowing south blazed fierce
ly In the passionate words "he shall
never have me. No, senor, I hate
him I do; and I'll kill myself first."
"I don't think there'll be any necess
ity for you to kill yourself, Manuell
ta." I said. "I've a bone to Dick with
this gentleman myself. I'll go off to
the guard bouse and bring up the
patrol."
As I uttered the words I laid hold
of the chair. An exclamation of pain
escaped me. For the first time I be
came aware that my right hand had
been badly sprained by the fall from
the ladder. At the same Instant the
door of the sala was opened; voices
and footsteps were heard in the pas
sage, coming towards the kitchen.
"Good-evening, Pete," said I, putting
on a bold face and advancing towards
him. "Any room for me? What's the
occasion?"
I thought the man looked chippy.
"I didn't 'spect to see you down
here, senor," he stammered, stealing
a glance at Stefanettl, "for a couple
of days yet."
"I allow It," I said, coming farther
Into the room. "But Introduce me."
Pete turned half round, and then I
perceived Rlcardo. He had his head
on the table, and was apparently
asleep. I kept my eyes on Stefanettl.
"My friend, Senor Emillo Corentinl,"
snuffled Pete, following the direction
of my eyes, "acting for"
"That man's name is Stefanettl," I
broke In. I knew It must come, and
wished It over. "I think you ought to
know that, Pete. He's wanted by the
French police for forgery and embez
zlement." I saw Pete turn livid under his
olive skin.
"I challenge him to produce his
authority to use the name of the firm
he travels under. He's a fraud and a
cheat. If he has won any man's mon
ey in your house, Pete, I tell that man
not to part with a single centeslmo.
Gregorlo Stefanettl, the man who sits
yonder, was turned out of the Cercle
Maritime at Marseilles for sharping."
Stefanettl rose. His restraint was
unnatural. He overdid it, and that
brought tht crisis.
"Senor," he said coldly, "you have
Insulted me In a public room. I de
mand satisfaction."
"You shall have It," said I, "and
quickly. I will ask Captain Gomez
to wait upon you."
"Sacre!' he hissed between hla
teeth. "You will go to the patrol, will
you? I think not;" and he whipped
out his revolver.
The ball passed through my hair
and buried Itself In the wall. At the
same Instant my hands were seized
from behUd and pinioned to ray sides.
Presently I distinguished the voice
of Manuellta. "Why spoil the dance?"
she was saying. "Twist a lasso
round him and lock him In the kitch
en. Then when the gauchos depart,
let them take the gringo with them,
and turn him loose on the pampas."
"Bravo, bravlsslmo!" chuckled Stef
anettl. "A good Idea. Why spoil the
dance, Indeed! Pass along tha.t liatfl.
Harvey. Hero's Manucitta waiting to
lend n hand. Ah!" he continued, with
a sudden change of tono, "so you've
put on a new necklace have you, my
beauty? In honor of the evening, I
BlippOHO?"
The men tied me up a tight as a
mummy. Manuellta, fussing around
under a pretence of 'helping, man
aged to slacken the "turns" a bit here
and there, taking special care of my
Injured band. Hut for this I should
have doubted the girl's honesty, her
proposal had been made, with such
seeming Insistence and so heartily did
sho appear to second the efforts of the
men.
When they had me fixed, four of the
gauchoH carried me Into the kitchen;
and with a sinking heart I heard
Manuellta tell Stefanettl to lock the
door and put the key In his pocket.
I had been lying on the mud floor
for perhaps an hour, listening to the
notso of the dancing; wondering If,
after all, I was to be loft to die on
the pninpas; and thinking what Incom
prehensible creatures women were,
when the window was gently opened
and Manuellta bounded lightly Into
the room. Stooping over my pros
trate form she cut the cords and I
was free.
"Your horso Is outBido, senor," she
said, drawing the bolt of the door
which opened on the yard. "Bring up
the patrol quick! Hut, for my sake,
remember my father. Quick! There
is no time to lose. I cannot stay, or
I shall be missed." Then she was
gone.
I was pretty atlff, you may guess,
and my hand gave me some trouble;
but I was under the Great Shadow,
and I managed to scramble Into the
saddle somehow.
"There's your prisoner, capitan,"
said I, addressing Captain Gomez.
"Gregorlo Steranetti. alias Emllio Cor
entinl, forger, swindler, cardsharper.
Five years ago, capitan, certain people
offered a reward for him; two thous
and francs. It has never been with
drawn. It will be paid at Buenos
Ayres to-day on compliance with the
formalities. But have a care, Captain
Gomez. Your man's as crafty as a cat.
He cheated the law once, remember.
See that he doesn't cheat It again."
I had been back In Buenos Ayree
Bome weeks when I waa sent for by
the chief. Captain Gomez waa with
him.
"El capitan has called to see me
about that business of Stefanettl's
said he, glancing up from an official
looking document which he had been
perusing. "If you'll be good enough
to certify these papers, I think we
may pay him the reward. The man,
It seems, has been shot while at
tempting to escape."
I looked at the captain, but that
officer was fiercely twirling the ends
of his mouBtache, with his eye fixed
on the cornice of the ceiling. The
chief was filling up the order on Paris.
It Is competent to every man to
have an opinion, but It Is not always
expedient to express it I did not
cxDress mine.
Feeding to the Flnlsn.
Mr. Justice Monkey ate all the
cheese that he was called upon to di
vide equally between two Joint owners,
because at one time he bit a little too
much from what was In one scale
pan and the next time a little too
much from what was in the other.
Somewhat similar was the predica
ment In which a guest at the table of
Mr. C. H. McCormlck, the Inventor of
the reaper, found himself. The story
la told In the recently published book,
"Cyrus Hall McCormlck "
A very dignified and self-centered
military officer was taking supper with
the McCormlck family. The first
course, as usual, was cornmeal mush
and milk. It was served In Scotch
fashion, with the hot mush In one
bowl and the cold milk In another.
The practise was to co-ordinate the
eating of them that both were fin
ished at the same time.
The officer planned his spoonfuls
badly and was soon out of milk.
"Have some more milk to finish
your mush, colonel," said McCormlck.
Several minutes later the colonel's
mush bowl was empty, at which Mc
Cormlck said: "Have some more
mush to finish your milk." And so it
went, with milk for the mush and
mush for the milk, until the unfor
tunate colonel was hopelessly lnca
oacltated for the four or courges
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monumental men are the only ones who
know anything about mausoleums, why
should not the mausoleum builders
know just a little about the monumental
business and the cost of materials.
You will note in the article of last
week in The Celina Democrat over the
name of the Prettier Monumental Works
of Ft. Recovery, their statements as to
the Wapakoneta building, which, with
the mausoleum now being constructed
at Gutmaii, Ohio, are the only ones we
are interested iu, are evasive, stating
that the building bad been erected but a
short time and there are, therefore, no
Haws. Their statement as to the walls
and granite is a malicious lie.
There are now thirteen bodies in the
Wapakoneta building in a perfect state
of preservation, which we stand ready
to prove.
As to construction, the buildings stand
for themselves. We will gladly bear the
expense of the representative or repre
sentatives of the Prettier Monumental
Works to Wapakoneta, where they may
investigate the building, and we will
also take them to Gutniai), where they
will see a building in course of construc
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that they will not have tile audacity to
continue their misrepresentations.
The buildings were both carefully in
vestigated by the Trustees of North
Grove Cemetery, representative men of
our community, whose honesty, sin
cerity and intelligence iu the matter can
not and will not be questioned.
We regret that it lias become neces
sary to take this matter up in the above
manner, but as the last week's article
tated that "The National Retail Moliu
.uentrl Dealers' Association was formed
lo put the memorial business of this
country on a higher plane and make it
Harder for him who is crooked in menio
lial building to be crooked," we wish to
call attention to the fact that it had not
iiad the intended effect on its members,
and also to the low plane and crooked
ness of some.
We have no intention of carrying on a
continual altercation in the papers. This
would, be most distasteful to us and to
the intelligent public. We merely
wished to call the attention of the public
to the reason why the Monumental Asso
ciation was formed and why they are op
posed to the Community Mausoleum,
which is the most modern, humane,
economical and sanitary manner of car
ing for the remains of our friends and
dear ones.
It is only a question of a few years
when there will be but few earth burials,
consequently few monuments will be
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