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f FREEING A O A \ ] %/limrace Perry . 2533835& A/) ) /Jw) 8 SYNOPSIS. lieutenant Holton is detached from his command in the navy at the outset of the Spantsh-Ameriean wav and assigned to important secret servicp duty. While din ling at a AVashington hotel he detects a waiter in the act of robbing a beautiful young lady. She thanks him for his serv ice and gives her name as Miss Ha. Tossa. a Cuban patriot. Later he meets her at a ball. A secret service man warns Hoi top that the girl is a spy. Senor La Tossa eludes his daughter for her failure to secure important information from Holton. She leaves for her home in Cuba. Holton is ordered to follow her, They meet on the Tampa train. Miss La Tossa tells Holton she is a Cuban spy and expresses doubt regarding the sincerity of the United States. Holton is ordered to remain at Tampa to guard the troop iransports. He receives orders to land Miss La Tossa. who is considered a dangerous spy. on Cuban soil. At sea lie is overtaken by another warship which takes Miss La Tossa aboard and Holton is ordered to return to Tampa. He saves the transports from destruction at tile hands of dynamiters and reports to Admiral Sampson for further duty. Holton is sent to .General Garcia’s com mand in the guise of a newspaper cor respondent to investigate Cuban • plots against the American troops and to learn the plans of the Spanish navy. He de tects a trusted Cuban leader in the work of fomenting trouble among the Cubans In the interests of the Spaniards. Holton is seized by friends of the spy and later ts ordered executed as a spy. He-escapes. CHAPTER Vlll.—Continued. The shouts had grown more distant, and Holton knew that no one else had stumbled upon the trail, or at least that was his belief until he heard be hind him the sound of footsteps patter ing down the clearing. He paused, curious to see if it were not one of the scouts who had located his hidden alleyway and found his suspicions true. As the big negro dashed to the end of the lane, Holton worked his way to the opening through which he had just edrne and waited, tense for the encounter. The man located the bent branches and with a little grunt started afresh on Holton’s trail. It. was the last sound he made for some time, for, as he burst through, the American’s fist, launched with bone-shattering force, landed just two inches above his chin and down he went, like a stricken animal. Holton, with a prayer of thanksgiv ing. leaned over the huddled figure and was rejoiced to find that the fellow’ had a revolver and a belt filled with bullets, in addition to a hunting-knife. Ali these things Holton appropriated, and then leaving the negro where he lay, pursued his way into the forest. He had marked his direction before starting upon his flight, his intention btog. to make t.b.e hills over Santiago bay, ascertain the location of Cervera’s fleet, watch for any signs that might, give hint as to the intentions of the Spanish admiral, and then make for a point where he might signal Samp son’s flagship. He had no thought of getting clear away until he had made a strong ef- He Went Down Like a Stricken Animal. tort to perform the mission upon which he had been dispatched. After walking all day with infre quent halts in the torrid heat, making perhaps ten or twelve miles, he came near sunset to a tall grove of palms. One of these he climbed and at length was able to locate his position in a general way. It may have been fever working in his blood, although he felt well, but through his mind ran something, not a voice, more an impulse, which kept suggesting to him to turn to the left. Finally, staggering and stumbling, half asleep, he obeyed the inward injunc tion, and in this way proceeded until HAD LONG EVADED JUSTICE Calabrian Brigand Succeeded, in Hid ing Identity for Many Years in the United States. Celanda, the notorious Calabrian brigand, is again on trial at Catanzaro Assises in the same grim iron cage in which, in the year 1868, he heard his condemnation to thirty years’ hard la bor for murders. Hardly had he sha ken off his shackles than he was ha.iled before the Monteleone Assize coCrt to expiate an outrageous crime for which.be served five years in Brin disi convict settlement. Calenda then expressed his inten tion of settling down quietly. This he did until 1905, when he heard that a young fellow name Macri had made a, boast concerning Calenda’s beautiful niece. Mad with rage, Calenda way laid him with a gun. The shot miss ed, but a few nights later Macri was found pierced through the heart. The brigand disappeared, and in his absence he was sentenced to twenty years’ imprisonment. A few days later a shepherd stumbled across a couple at last he fell into a heap, dead asleep. When he awoke he was shivering. He realized his weakness but could uot understand it, being usually a man of undeviating health, until it occurred to him that he had not eaten anything for nearly twenty-four hours. But he had nothing with him to eat, and he did not dare discharge his pis tol at the birds flying all about for fear •of calling attention to his position in the jungle. So he arose, tightened his belt us he had read Indians used to do when pressed by hunger, and worked his way on, still holding to the left. Continuing thus he stumbled sudden ly upon a clearing, which apparently a large number of soldiers had left, not many hours before. There were re mains of a fire and, better still, scat tered upon the ground were bits of hardtack, a whole pineapple and an abandoned kettle with some boiled rice remaining in it. Despite the suggestions of the prox imity of the Spaniards, Holton sat down and ate the most satisfactory meal of his life. Having eaten, he retired a little dis tance and lay back in the shadows. The sun warmed him, and the stiffness caused by the damp of the night left him. If, as he had feared, fever had been in his blood, it had gone now and this inspired him wonderfully. He was about to descend when the flash of something below caught his eye almost beneath his feet. He looked closely and caught the flash again, fol lowed by another flash, then by sev eral. A flash in this jungle meant pol ished metal of some sort, and metal of any sort here meant only one thing— soldiers. He strained his eyes downward and then caught glimpses of a trail, partial ly hidden from his view by bushes. On the side of the trail nearest to the eastward the. land fell sharply away into a wide valley, the opposite sides of which were bush and tree-covered hills just as on his side. And now as he looked, the situation dawned clear upon him. For he could see men moving, falling back along the trail, and eventually debouching into bushes on either side. Holton’s heart beat quickly. He re membered what the Spaniards had said of Americans marching from the direc tion of Siboney, and he knew that right before his eyes the Spaniards were arranging an ambush for them. But what could he do? Almost any moment a detachment of Spanish sol diers might come upon him. His slightest movement would tend to at tract the attention of some of them. What was happening? Suddenly from the distance there came what sounded to Holton like the clatter of steel on steel. He at once recognized it as the sound a scabbard makes when it strikes against a spur. Hastily he looked down at the Span ish position, but not a sign of a soldier could he see. The trail was deserted, the surroundings were as quiet, as peaceful as the heart of a jungle. It was too quiet, Holton thought. Suddenly the situation dawned clear —his countrymen were walking into a deadly trap! And he was powerless to help them. Then, as though a voice had whis pered in his ear, he started up. Was he helpless? Yes, if he was consider ing himself. If fear of consequences to him personally were to be weighed, he was perfectly helpless. But not otherwise. Providence could not have smiled more benignly upon the Ameri cans than in placing him just where he was—provided he justified the providential processes with the nerve of a hero. He rolled half on his side, loosened his revolver in its holster, and then drew it out. No more sounds come . from the trail, and yet, somehow, there was the impression of movement down there, a subconscious feeling of the ap proach of men. Holton, his eyes strained ahead, his ! ears alert for the slightest sound, ! started convulsively as a campaign hat ■ appeared for an instant through a rift 1 in the high grasses qn the valley side 1 of the trail. Then, flattening himself rigidly upon 1 the ground, he pointed his pistol in - the direction of the Spaniards beneath i- him, and pulled the trigger. The sharp ■ report of the forty-four tore through • the dead stillness with nerve-racking E violence. It clattered across the val ■ ley in a hundred echoes. And then, as 1 though both nature and man had been ; of bodies on the mountain where Ca lenda was known to be in hiding. The . two murdered men had given evidence against him. They had been shot in the back by bullets of a pattern that Calenda was carrying. The judicial i authorities increased the penalty to j one of life-long incarceration, and i carabinieri were dispatched to scour 5 the mountain fastnesses in hopes of - capturing him. Meantime Calenda, furnished with a 3 false passport, was on his way to New 3 York. No more was heard of him till 3 1911, when an Italian detective, drop - ping into a Brooklyn pharmacy, recog nized the ex-brigand in the chemist’s - assistant. Hence his expulsion from 3 the United States and his reappear i ance to answer for two murders and t, two other attempts at murder. This 1 is the fourth time that the court has - been occupied in judging his blcod deeds. 3 —. Protect the Landscapes. a Prussian police are empowered to Y prohibit the defacement of landscapes r by the erection of billboards and 3 other signs and pictures. shocked into inanition, there followed a few seconds of pulseless silence. Again Holton’s pistol rang out. This time, from the direction of the hidden advancing forces, there came several short, sharp commands. As Plolton lay hidden, thankful that the Spaniards had evidently attributed the shots to some overanxious soldier on their own i side, he saw two Cubans steal along the trail and behind them a gigantic young sergeant in the uniform of a Rough Rider. Close behind him were four men. They were picking their way stealth ily. There was no question that Hol ton’s shots had the desired effect. Then, as he looked, several long, lancelike lines of flame darted out of the bushes in which the Spaniards lay. The valley resounded with a racketing uproar. He saw the big Rough Rider sergeant stop short with a look of sur prise upon his face, saw his jaws set grimly, saw him advance a step, and then heave forward on his face, block ing the trail with his body. The bushes beneath Plolton were now dafting sheets of flame and the gases from the smokeless powder drift ed upward and into his nostrils. From the American side he heard a crashing as the main body rushed up into action or deployed into the grass to the eastward of the trail and then suddenly out of the thicket came the roar of the Krags. Holton thrilled with pride as he noticed that the aim of the Americans was low and that the shooting discipline was excellent.* The firing was incessant and Holton, whose activities with his revolver had brought a volley or two in his direc tion, now ceased firing and began to work his way into the valley toward the American position. He had not gone far when the advancing lines swept upon him. "Hello, Bud,” cried a tali, swarthy faced sergeant from a New Mexican ranch, “what’re you doin’ way out here?” Holton smiled and was about to re ply when a red light suddenly flashed before his eyes and he clapped his hand to his forehead, for it seemed as though a red-hot brand had suddenly been clamped upon it. Then merciful ly came darkness. And as hd lay thus in the tall grass, his eyes closed, blood stx-eaming down his cheeks and coagulating in the hot sun, the Rough Riders met the regu lars from across the valley, while four companies revolved around the left end of the hidden enemy and then, as the Spaniards later put it, “they start ed to catch us with their hands.” For a mile and a half these men, who had marched into what approxi mated a deadly surprise, chased the Spaniards, sent them flying hastily from three successive barricades until finally, in utter route, they abandoned all thought of further interference with the American movement and fell back on the trenches before Santiago. But Holton did not witness this triumph of Guasimas. Long after the thin blue line had swept on up the val ley he lay as he had fallen, vultures flying over him and terrible land-crabs rattling about, seeking for that food which death alone makes palatable to them. CHAPTER IX. Before San Juan. Ages seemed to have passed when Holton was aroused by a pleasant voice and the sensation that some re vivifying fluid had been forced down his throat. Some very sympathetic hand was touching his head and a genial voice was addressing him. “Come, old man, you’re all right. The bullet just clipped your very thick head and glanced off.” Holton opened his eyes and saw a tall, broad-shouldered surgeon bending over him. “How do you feel now?” he asked. “Bully,” smiled Holton. “I think I’ll get up, if I may.” “Oh, you can get up just as soon as you think you feel sufficiently strong,” replied the surgeon. He looked at Holton closely. “You're not of our outfit. Correspondent, aren’t you?” Holton smiled and shook his head. “No, my name is Holton, a lieuten ant in the navy.” “The navy! Gad! You must have been spoiling for a landlubbers’ scrap, then. “I came in from behind Santiago,” volunteered Holton, “and ran into this FEEL WORTH OF PROGRESS People of South American Metropolis Keep More Than Abreast With the Spirit of the Day. Though perhaps without intending to do so, Mr. Bryce in his “South America” delivers a little lecture to the large American cities. He is tell ing about Buenos Aires, and how it is something between Paris and New York. The streets are filled with fashionable crowds and “nowhere in the world does one get a stronger impression of exuberant, wealth and extravagance. The opera house and the races and the park show one side of the activities of this sanguine com munity and the docks and the port show another. Twenty years ago sea going vessels had to lie two or three miles off Buenos Aires, discharging their cargo by lighters and their pas sengers by small launches and partly by high wheeled carts which carried people from the launches ashore through the shallow water. Now a long, deep channel has been dug and is kept open by dredging, up which THE FROSTBURG SPIRIT, FROSTBURG, MD. fight by accident. I have important information for Admiral' Sampson, if you think I can get to the coast” “You certainly can. I am sending a couple of wounded men down to Sibo ney now on horesback. I have anoth er pony which you may borrow —re- member, borrow,” laughed the surgeon. I “Be careful to keep that first-aid bandage on your head and by tonight you’ll be all right. Not even a head ache.” "Thanks.” Holton, aided by the sur geon, got upon his feet, swayed weak ly a moment with the other's arm around him, and then, getting his swimming head to rights, he walked slowly toward the trail. A hospital attendant stood there holding two horses, and one of these the surgeon took and assisted Holton into the saddle. “You can leave the nag at our camp in Siboney and I’ll get him,” he said. “By the way, my name is Church.” “Bob Church, of Princeton?” ex claimed Holton, recalling now that he had seen that broad-shouldered young doctor on many a hard-fought gridiron. “The same,” was the smiling reply. "Well, Bob Church, I owe you one,” A Red Light Suddenly Plashed His Eyes. rejoined Holton. “I used to try to emu late your deeds on the eleven at An napolis, but I don’t t ever suc ceeded.” “Oh, yes, you did!” exclaimed the surgeon. "Holton —Holton —Tommy Holton —I place you now. I think they put something like All-America end after your name, a dognee they never conferred upon me.” Holton blushed; and then, thanking his benefactor, once more he passed on down the trail, in company with two privates, wounded in the legs. As Plolton wandered down a lino of tents, he ran into Aldridge, Buxton 1 and Fisher, all of the flagship New York. He fairly flung himself into their arms, and, overjoyed at seeing them for themselves not only, but be cause of the opportunity it gave him of getting the information he had ob tained through to Admiral Sampson. ; After lunching with his friends as ' guests of the junior officers of the 1 Third cavalry, Holton made his way ; to General Shatter’s headquarters. • The general was sleeping and could not be awakened, but Holton retailed ; his information concerning the spy to • Lieutenant Miley, who received it with great politeness and apparent 1 gratitude, but obviously with little ' faith either in the fealty or the ef ficacy of the Cubans —a state of mind that Holton found prevalent among 1 most of the officers of the army. The army had been ordered to 1 move to El Paso, or rather in the di rection of El Paso, and there was t much to engage Plolton's interest. ' The trail leading into the jungle was congested with light artillery, ambu lance wagons and marching men. (TO BE CONTINUED.) ) Possible Explanation. Some prophets are without honoi in their own country for the reason ’ that it is harder to fool people when ) ! they are well acquainted with you. J large steamers find their way to the very edge of the city. Docks many . miles in length have been constructed to receive the shipping and large stretches of land reclaimed and huge warehouses erected and railway lines , laid down alongside the wharves. ! “Not Glasgow when she deepened , her river to admit the largest ships. _ nor Manchester when she made her t ship canal, hardly even Chicago when j she planned a new park and lagoons ! in the lake that washes her front, i showed greater enterprise and bolder r conceptions than did the men of’Bue j nos Aires when on this exposed shal -1 low coast they made alongside their 3 city a great ocean harbor. “They are a type of our time, in t their equal devotion to business and . pleasure, the two and only deities ol 3 this latest phase of humanity.” Pigeon Slopped Clock. r A pigeon flew against the face of 1 the Ipswich (England) town hall clock 3 and was caught between the minute i hand and the dial. The clock wa3 I stopped for an hour until the bird was i liberated. Figured Satin Makes Rich Coat GRACEFUL enveloping coats of fig ured and brocaded fabrics, espe cially those of satin, are luxurious beyond all other garments except those of rich fur. In these figured satin coats the design breaks up and enhances the sheen of surfaces. Their high luster forms a playmate for color and light and the three dance together upon them. If one is looking for the luxurious, It is to be found in these garments. In the new, and what are termed “fancy," colors these coats are only suited to high occasions. Oftener they are developed in gray, or taupe, or in some rich brown shade and are more generally useful. Perhaps gray is the happiest choice of color for them; it is at home everywhere and It is very elegant and —by comparison •—quiet. The figured satin coat does not pose as quifet, however —it is a showy garment. Linings are in contrasting colors, but they must be chosen carefully. Nothing conspicuous will do for them. For trimming, fur and marabout come into use. Both these, this sea son, are dyed into all sorts of colors. They are, after all, best in natural colors and in black and white. PRETTY TURBAN SUITABLE FOR YOUTHFUL FACE DESIGNED for the daughter in mourning, or for other youthful faces, this simple turban is a splendid example of fitness in millinery. Mourning silk—that is, silk in a special weave having a rich but dull surface —makes the band about the head. It is laid in a triple fold over a support of buckramette. The baret ta crown is not so easy to manage as one might Imagine. First a support ing crown of crinoline is shaped and sewed to the brim support. Over this a thin silk is placed, cut and shaped to follow the crinoline, exactly. On the foundation band of buckram ette a covering of thin silk is first placed. Over this at its upper edge a bias fold of crape is stretched. At the under edge a similar fold of silk is placed and over this the triple fold of mourning silk. The smart crown of crape has final ly to be placed. It is a little higher than the supporting crown of crinoline and is indented about the outer edge. The crape must be tacked to the foun '' J lation with invisible stitches, as other wise it will not stay in place. The crown is made of a circular pieoe of with the raw edge turned under and blind-stitched into a narrow hem. The extra fulness of crape is laid in irregular folds at any place on the band where it becomes necessary to dispose of it. This depends upon the shape of the crown. It will be seen that the crape is almost plain across the front, but has considerable ful ness at the right side and apparently less at the left. The crape lies almost plain across the back -<ff the shape also. The hemmed edge is tacked to the upper edge of the band with its fulness dis posed of in thic way and this finishes the hat except for the small flat bow Brown fox. martin, skunk and fitch are among the most fashionable furs and favorites as a finish on satin coats. Marabout, next to fur (in the natural color), looks well on them. The coat of figured satin looks luxu rious and comfortable and when made right, its performance is up to its ap pearance. It is expensive, but it ex cuses this characteristic by unusual beauty. Similar coats of figured crepe cost less, but cannot be classed as Inex pensive. Mattelasse makes a beauti ful coat much like its prototype in satin. In spite of the vogue for shorter coats than those worn last winter, there are plenty of examples of long coats in satin and in fur. Robert, of Paris, shows a model in sealskin trimmed with martin, much longer than the coat pictured here. Max shows one in moleskin trimmed with pure ermine considerably shorter. So the matter of length need not deter one from choosing a coat longer than those popularly worn and by this means achieving long, graceful lines and the utmost of the suggestion of comfort and elegance. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. made of the silk and sewed to the band at the right side. The home milliner who knows how to sew neatly may undertake this hat. It is one of the few crape hats which can be trusted to other than profes sional makers. Mourning millinery is considered difficult to make even by professionals. But specialists who have been trained in the possibilities of crape achieve marvelous results with it. JULIA BOTTOMLEY. Beauty’s Hour Book. When you rise in the morning n*n to the window, which should have been open all night, and take 20 deep, full breaths. Practice simple all-around exercises for five minutes. , Take either a warm or cold sponge bath, or both. It you do not react well after a cold plunge, omit it in the future, as it is not for you. Go downstairs and 20 minutes be fore your breakfast drink two glasses of hot water; not so warm that it scalds the mouth nor so cool that It nauseates. Eat a light breakfast, refraining from meat. Take a short walk for a mile or more, walking along briskly with chest thrown up and out and head held erect. Work. Twenty minutes before lunch drink two glasses of hot water. Eat a simple lunch. Rest for half an hour. Work. Jrt Woman's World. Sarah Bernhardt is a vegetarian. Thirteen states now have laws pen sioning mothers. Women clerks are being employed in many of the London banks. There are over a thousand women lawyers in the United States. The wages in the better sort of cot ton factories in Japan run from 5 cents a day for the youngest children to 25 cents a day for good women workers. For the first time women have been given a place as co-adjutors in the creation of an international enterprise —the Panama-Pacific International Exposition at San Francisco in 1915. Proper Care of the Piano. A small bag of unslacked lime hun s inside of the piano will catch damp ness and prevent rust of the wires. In winter, when the fires are going and the atmosphere becomes too dry, it is well to keep a plant in the room with a piano, but the plant will require more frequent watering. Wipe the keys daily with a cloth moistened in alcohol. If a small linen bag flyed with camphor is hung on a small nail on che inside of the piano case it will prevent moth* fe?a getting into the felt.' GENERAL HUERTA REMAINSDIGTATOR No Legal Choice in Elections Held in Mexico. CATHOLIC PARTY CLAIM LEAD The Felicitas Mostly Abstain From Voting Because They Believed Their Balloting For Diaz Would Be Useless. Mexico City.—lt will be impossible to get even an approximate result of Sunday’s farcical election for presi dent and vice-president for several days, and perhaps not for months. When the outlying votes will get- in is not known. It is a fact that all the returns for the election of Francisco Madero are not in yet. Huerta has de creed that the returns must be com plete by November 10, but everybody knows that to he impossible. One thing seems certain—there has been no legal election. The result is about as was expected, judging from the results in the capital, where it was expected the vote would be up to the average, where less than 10,000 of the 80,000 eligible voters in the republic went to the polls. It would be no surprise if Congress, the members of which also were voted for Sunday, declared the elections void when that body is organized and re vises the returns. The leaders of the Catholic party claimed a long lead, although they were unable to estimate the number of votes polled for their candidates, Federico Gamboa and General Rascon. If this.claim is correct, It Is gen erally thought that Gen. Felix Diaz and Senor Requena ran second. The Liberal candidates, Manuel Calero and Flores Magon, had no printed tickets at the polling places, their constituents being obliged to write their names in Wank ballots. President Huerta did not vote. He spent the day at his suburban home. Many of the Felicitas gave as their reason for not voting that their candi date, B'elfx Diaz, was being kept away from the capital by Huerta, and they believed any voting for him would be useless. Manuel Calero. the Liberal candi date, who was once ambassador at Washington, did not vote. Instead, he took his family early in the day into the country. After he returned he said: “I understand the voting was ex ceedingly dull. Nobody appears to be lieve in the seriousness of the elec tion. On account of the political con dition many refused to vote. I my self did not. Had we had indirect bal loting I would have done so, but since It was otherwise I did not care to cast, a vote either for myself or any other candidate.” Federico Gamboa, the candidate of the Catholic party, on the ..other hand, oast ’his ballot for Senor Calero. Neither of these candidates cared to express an opinion as to whether a. sufficient number of ballots had been deposited to make the elections ef fective. Few of those who went to the polls took the trouble to vote for either sen ators or deputies. There is no such thing as a secret ballot here, everybody being compelled to declare for whom the vote is cast and to sign the ballot in the presence of the officials. This is one of the great reasons why the Mexican elec tion must be a fiasco. Very few Mexi cans under the present conditions care to put themselves on record politically. There was a strong guard of police and troops around the house of Presi dent Huerta in Liverpool street in the expectation that there might be some demonstration, but nothing of the kind happened. SEVEN KILLED AT FIRE. 24 Injured Firemen Taken From Ruins At Milwaukee. Milwaukee, Wis. —Seven dead fire men and 24 injured were taken from the ruins of the store of the Goodyear Rubber Company here in a fire which caused a loss of $500,000. It is be lieved there are several more bodies in the ruins. The flames broke out on the second floor, and while the fire men were fighting the blaze from the front, and rear an explosion sent the walls crashing down on 50 firemen. Rescue companies were sent into the blazing mass and the bodies of the dead and injured were taken out. BABY GETS MORPHINE. Three-Year-Old Finds Box Of Pills At Home. Bloomsburg, Pa. Bessie Smith-, three years old, of this place, found a box of morphine tablets, ate a few and was barely saved from death. JOHN COX UNDERWOOD DEAD. Former Lieutenant Governor Of Ken tucky and Big Odd Fellow. New York.—John Cox Underwood, former lieutenant governor of Ken tucky, died at the Hahnemann Hospi tal from hardening of the arteries. He had been ill six weeks. Mr. Under wood, aside from being prominent politically in Kentucky, was a high officer in the Odd Fellows. He was born at Georgetown, D. C., in 1840. HAS LAUGH ON THE KAISER, Miss Leishman’s Wedding Four Days Ahead Of Time Good Joke. New York. —New York friends of Miss Nancy Leishman, daughter of John G. A. Leishman, former Ameri can Ambassador at Berlin, are chuck ling on the way she “slipped one over" on the German Kaiser by marry ing the youthful Duke of Croy four days ahead of the announced wedding day. The Kaiser and the Duke’s rela tives objected to the match.